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the game - am to pm lyrics

[verse: rock star]
i’m in the streets from the am to the pm, a n_gga got beef then i’ma spray him when i see him (yeah)
i’m in the streets from the am to the pm, a n_gga got beef
sh_t, look, i’m all about the cheddars (yeah)
never lovin’ b_tches (naw)
i love my family, love my n_ggas then i love my riches (yeah)
i love my gun ’cause i feel naked without one (what?)
my n_ggas is cakin’, you n_ggas fakin’, we gettin’ it done, yeah
don’t get him confused with santana
when you see a young n_gga with jewels and a bandanna (that’s right)
i’m black wall and yeah that’s for sure (uh_huh)
b_tches see me in the street and be like (that’s the boyyyy)
yes ah, same n_gga from the murder capin’ (yeah)
i stay strap ’cause where i’m from, n_gga, murder happen
you better toughen up ’cause nowadays, the judge a sentence you for every b_tton on your b_tton_up
gun b_tt you with chrome, [?] on your dome puffin’ up
i could show you how to ride you better buckle up
they actin’ like i ain’t the one, what the f_ck is up?
a couple mad that i’m signed so what f_ckin’ suck it up
yeah, i stack benjes a week, i flip that, get that back in a week, sh_t
a lot of you rap cats ain’t really the street, i’m silly with heat, clap semis, back semi ya jeep, yeah
you boys scared, it’s warfare when the hammer spit
(here monkey, monkey) (here monkey)
k wit a banana clip, (huh) yeah
i’m the wrong one to make tense (yeah)
if it don’t make dollars (dollars)
then it don’t make sense (no)
yeah, i stay hunger like i never ate that’s why i spent more money then you’ll ever make
yeah, you light work, i’m a heavyweight
my 9 to 5 is on the grind and i ain’t never late (ha hah)
yeah, you talk a lot but you ain’t sayin’ nuttin’ (you ain’t sayin’ sh_t)
gangstas move in silence (shhhhhh), so i ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
kiss the black mask and the glock 40
but n_ggas rattin’ now probably send the cops for me (ha hah)
geah, but they ain’t gettin’ the boy ’cause i stay low_key like a brick on the floor, n_gga (geah, geah)
and i’m a tell you who you f_ckin’ with, it’s the black wall street, cut a cheque or suck a d_ck
[outro: the game]
yeah i hear the streets talkin’
i know n_ggas tired of the beef between me and 50
n_gga, i’m tired of the beef with this f_ckin’ f_ggot
so that’s it, n_gga
i f_ckin’ quit
stop snitchin’ stop lyin’, this is it n_gga

- the game lyrics

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