Killin’ the Game K-Rino

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[Intro: K-Rino]
South Park, Dead End, let's get em, let's get em
5th Ward, 4-4, let's get em, let's get em
Southeast, Southwest, let's get em, let's get em
3rd Ward, Hiram-Clarke, let's get em, let's get em
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Question, how did this develop?
My car, my swagger, my chain, shut the hell up
The one you got ain't even yours
I seen you at the grocery store mopping the floors
You telling lies by the dozen
Boy you ain't no pimp, one of your dancers is your cousin
Said you was balling, but you wasn't
I ain't never seen your wife, you probably got a husband
Your last album was garbage
I listened to it once, it gave my stereo a virus
17 songs, every one wack
I wouldn't sign you to an imaginary contract
Let me quit playing and be for real
You could pay me a mill' like you was giving me a deal
Watch your career plummet
You could win 90 straight and still be 90 under 500
[Hook  x2: K-Rino]
All these toilet paper MCs is killing the game
Sugar water drinking fly cats, killing the game
They wanna knock us out the picture, but we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill if you feeling the same