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Play the Game

[Intro]

You niggas is soldiers man

Fuckin' toy soldiers

Yeah get in line cadet

Aten Hut!

Yayo you punk ass bitch.

I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga.

So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot

[Chorus]

Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent

So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent

Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.

[Verse 1]

You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game

Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang

I ain't Lloyd Banks, bitch. I don't share your brain

I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain

You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop

now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop

After 'Westside Story' I took your fans

I sing it for myself that bitch Olivia's a man.

I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong

stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone

Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin

acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop Tryin'

Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens

Told them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme

But on the rizeal I'm talkin about you and me

Toe to toe 5-0 see-E-N-T, faggot

Banks is a bitch

50 is a bitch

Yayo is a bitch

Buck is a bitch

Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, haha

God damn

[Verse 2]

You reported more names than the evening news

I guess now Reebok making cement shoes

Yayo the only real mutha fucka from the street

You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats

Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line

If you say you wrote my shit one more time

You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin

Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying

Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence?

Even NYPD can't deny it

The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica

But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch

Yayo went to jail

Banks sold a mil

then Buck sold a mil

then 50 gave a deal

to a bitch named Oliviawhose titties ain't real

Now they all hiding behind the police shield

[Chorus]

[Outro]

G-G-G-G-you niggas ain't shit, bitch ass niggas

I told you this shit was real, nigga

This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka

All you get up on there is sing a few hooks

Nigga you want to claim a niggas fame, nigga

You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga

What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga

The Real is the real, nigga

Black Wallstreet, nigga

The Black Wallstreet, nigga

Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga

I ain't gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga

I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga

I'm Rapping right now, nigga

But I'm spitting it real nigga

You know who I'm talkin to nigga

50, nigga

Bitch ass nigga

Black Wallstreet, nigga

Brasil and Wimelton

What block you on, nigga?

We'll be there!

What block you on?

Scary ass nigga

Fuck this shit man

Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga

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written by MERCURY, FREDDIE

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