Ain't No Game

[Verse 3: Masta Ace] I make more G's than gang fights when I bang right Plus I'm sharp like fang bites and I hang tight With my niggie's from the B-side, and we slide Ten deep, in two Beamers and one Jeep Fool don't sleep, I keep rollin' with the I- NC, them chinsy niggas gunna die I don't have to squeeze on my enemies I just drop these lyrics on emcees I bring drama like soap operas So stop the, madness ya gunna feel sadness When I drop the, realism that's more live than freak nick As I speak with, rhymes the beat kick I'm no joke when I blow smoke, you're so broke You're starvin', I'm leavin' niggas messy like Marvin You won't find no piece of mind here I'm on edge somebody help me chyeah Like emcee acho, I caught yo Ass lookin' prepare to get yo ghetto blast tookin' There's mad fake crews in the streets, creeps And niggas be changin' like funky sheets That's the thing about the I.N.C There will be, no similarity The other crews in the industry We go on and on and yo This is how we came, this ain't no muthafuckin' game