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Body Count The End Game

The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right, Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark. Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts

t that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still

Everything flow, everything fluid Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless And the next whip is that Ferrari cart Game over - body

(Kid Ink) I said its kid ink baby turn to the max like tj body tagged up like the bottom of the free way game don't like it niggas need to get a key

: I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag 100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask Rap game is Crystal

go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine

ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game

Chorus Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope cocaine... Gangsta Boo Dope game my game hoes lame its a shame how the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up

about the game, and nothin else You come out here, you better watch yourself Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers, and end