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MASTER P lyrics : "Never Ending Game"

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All y'all gangster ^!$$%s
Y'all mother$#&@ing gangsta (*##$es out there (the dope game)

I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
Something that'll never end, this %#@! is going on like $#&@ing numbers
Black on black crime, ^!$$% it go like this here

We live an eye for an eye

You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners

And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushing rocks
Got them 17 round glocks at your $$# spitting like loogies

We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
!@%& thinking "the $#&@?", it could be me

My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)

He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8

It ain't about me or you mother$#&@er
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets

And you never hurt, another ^!$$% with a glock G
I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon

Ain't no rocket ship (*##$, it's the temple of doom
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most ^!$$%s out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken

But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
And they to $#&@ing high, to see the enemy

^!$$%s that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects

Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders

Thats happening in my hood mother$#&@ers
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day ^!$$%s dying, mothers crying

But y'all ^!$$%s ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your $$# in a 6 inch gurder
Cause ^!$$%s banging like Charlie Chan

You'd better pack a piece ^!$$%
And welcome to the never ending game


The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke

^!$$%s in my hood everyday getting smoked
Welcome to the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets


And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every mother$#&@ing day another ^!$$% gets smoked

And momma pray it ain't me
But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
I be making mail like the mailman

This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups

You think I'm bout to reject
When a ^!$$% get some money, I got them gats @@#!ed ^!$$%
I ain't living like no dummy

If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will I retire and give it up realize
Thats this my only mission of money

But y'all ^!$$%s look at a ^!$$% hustling like its funny
But I got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting $#&@ing scandalous G

And I have to hurt %#@!
Put a ^!$$% in the dirt, mean putting in work
Lay him down, and punch in your time card

Cause you never know when your $$# bout to go meet the Lord
So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a $#&@, my clique is ready to hang %#@!
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of mother$#&@ers walking with gats

Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking %#@! mother$#&@er ungh, thats why they bark
Like dogs, watch a ^!$$% hard
And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
And the white folks can't stop this

And the Taz can't stop this ^!$$%, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause I'm major
And if I die $#&@ing retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a ^!$$% please, even if I'm dead G

And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
So $#&@ what you heard and welcome to the never ending game

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