Game Over

[Verse 1: Young Breed] White bricks in a white whip It's just a pot til you mixin' all that white shit Where the work, watch the youngin' make the white whip Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip I could sell it wholesale what a idea In Dade County ain't a dope charge that i appeal Same head bussas with them rusty choppas Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars They want to see my picture on a T-shirt All the sticks good just makin' sure the D's work All my enemies I like to keep 'em close It's a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat I'm where the dope boys from You gotta keep some coke I rolled fresh up out the slums i need to see the soap Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho Haters never straight until I let these rounds go Another 211 in the projects Keep a strap, this where all the niggas rob at ? come to the trap like where the bomb at? I'm still shittin' on these niggas Where the john at? [Hook: Rick Ross] Baking soda in my Range Rover I'm takin' over nigga, game over (x7) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Fuck the state penn, I'm fuckin' hoes at Penn State In the Bentley bumpin best of Biggie mixtape Niggas at me like I'm 2Pac at a Vegas lobby Money bags on your ass and you can pay the price I'm in your city and i want to make it right For that lil check hit you in your pair of Nikes End of conversation, nigga came and end your life I'm talkin' compensation with a brick of white I'm sellin' records nigga but I'm livin' trife I'm number one lookin' like I did it twice I got them shooters nigga that'll dim yo lights Midnight in overtime and niggas shootin' dice Four, five, six nigga Don't you open my brick nigga Them haters screamin' my name ain't they? They want to take a nigga chain ain't they? But that gon' be a fuckin' problem ain't it? Bus' 'em like a bottle ain't it? All I got is real niggas I'm talkin' 'bout real killas Baking soda in my Range Rover I'm takin' over nigga, game over You snortin' coke where you snort mine This fast money, fuck father time Big guns for that big talk Take a nigga car and make a bitch walk My AK always was my father figure I barely knew my father nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] M's, Double M's I'm entitled to a hundred M's Hit a lick and I'm stickin' dick in my women friends Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch Watch for the scavengers scratchin' them snitches got an inch I can take a slight trip with a white bitch Whip full of white girl in a white whip Ice, ever had to take a nigga life Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife I know the feelin' with killin my niggas made a killin' So fuck the dealin with murder they really handle business Niggas losin' that's a switchin' in my opposition So who you choosin' bitch? I hope you choosin' the fuckin' winner I heard them same pussy niggas snitches This shit you talk 'bout with them bitches Turn you to a witness (ridiculous) They can't be me because we keep it different We who you see on yo TV and that's a major difference Skrrrt [Hook]