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Starang Wondah - The Game [Lyrics]

Starang Wondah from O.G.C. (i couldn't find the 3rd verse) [Verse 1] I'm with a shorty, Benz looking sporty like Fila I come on the block, they say my name like [???] I step up, house niggas like Bob [Needle?] What's up consul, rolling weed is like some shit Word up, aint that Terry (aha), her man I used to run with Came around the way she found out that I run shit (shit) Word, I've heard that that chick be on some dumb shit Her man got locked, and now she just another broke bitch Eiyyo, she need to kill that Allways talking about where Ville at, he still rap? You know that I aint even try to feel that But it aint nuttin yo, it's just the same old (same old, aha) Stink ass hoes trying to get up in some rain clothes And I've done fucked some strange hoes, inside of Range Roves And I aint mad cuz it's just the way the fucking game goes And even know I'm 20 deep, I'ma try to lay low With niggas that's ready to kill as soon as I say so And mothafuck all the others, but as long they know That wherever Ville go, they go From doing shows in Mexico, collect them pesos To watchin Knicks and the Pacers in Conseco I got access, now I'm on point like a cactus Niggas try to flip on big Ville like a matress Mag force, I'm bout to run this whole rap shit It's tragic, yall niggas know what the fucking facts is [Chorus 1] Mothafucking game, some niggas rise Some niggas fall in the game Some niggas crawl in the game Aint nobody you can call in the game It's all in the mothafucking game It's all in the game Yo, some niggas rich, some niggas poor in the game Some go through it all in the game [Verse 2] I hit Atlanta, met a dime chick named Samantha A dancer, cats who crawling like a panther She was a freak, Gentlemen's Club, four days a week And even know I use to see her I would hardly ever speak But I stayed and I watched, till there was no hoes left And then I seen her up the Fresh, looking so so def She had a tight Prada one-piece slit up the dress And she only left with me cause I [???] with the chef But if this hoe only knew I was from the projects She woulda never left with me and got mixed up in the mess Cuz, she walked outside, two steps from the Lex And two niggas had a shootout and she got hit up in the chest I had to get the fuck up out of there, I had to go to Rob's, rest Lay down, smoke a spliff, it wasn't making no sense And hell yeah I was mad at them niggas that have did it But the most fuck up shit is that I didn't get to hit it And that's fucked up that I got to go and deal with this Now I'm back on the plane headed for [???] and Chris Eiyyo, but what about the hoe that got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I aint a sucker (hahaha) [Chorus 2] It's a game Some bitches smoke Some bitches broke in the game Some bitches choke in the game A lota bitches cut throat in the game Aint nobody you can quote in the game Eiyyo, it's all in the game Some bitches hope (hope) Some bitches get dope in the game A lot of bitches flow in the game