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[ Slimm Calhoun ] Y'all playin with this game And it's a damn shame Yeah [ Slimm Calhoun ] This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished Niggas is all washed up without a swallow in they cup Cause everytime a chicken cluck, you trickin a buck You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin up the re-up That's the ones with big talk and no game Spendin chips but no change All the dope and no caine War stories but no pain The same ones that pop lip then flag ship Then gotta hip skip before real niggas pop clips You better hop hip [ Hook ] (Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well) [ KM ] Niggas slum and slimmed out [ SC ] Chevy's is primed out [ KM ] Hit traps and grind out [ SC ] What's poppin, let's find out (Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well) [ KM ] College Park [ SC ] to Adamsville [ KM ] Calhoun [ SC ] and Killa Kill [ KM ] Got 'dro and plenty pills [ SC ] Cuttin blows, hoes and dip (Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well) [ Killer Mike ] In God I trust and in the crowds I bust Smokin weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush I know it's fucked up how fathers turn they back on us And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us Hear sirens coming and continue to bust [ Slimm Calhoun ] Lustful ways, livin in these mistrustful days Who said crime don't pay, niggas out here cockin k's Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place [ Killer Mike ] I beat niggas senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain Twist her frame and hear her holler So savage that it's gettin harder For me to see redemption in tomorrow So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle So depressed and sick and Slimm young and gifted I'm just sick and twisted [ Hook ] [ Slimm Calhoun ] Corner-clockin, in the backroom work-choppin From Biscayne to Boat rockin, one-stop shoppin Guarded by Glock and cash, ain't no stoppin They party pill-droppin till all the drawers droppin 'dro-ed up, my niggas stay poured up, sho nuff Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up? We got that heat, so you better drop that beef Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin new thangs Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang Come on! [ Hook ]