[Chorus: The Game]
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimmicks, I can't take it
They ain't real, so they fakin' it
How did they make it in this game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails
Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your rims
You still see a Bee
And we see you a liar, tryna deny her
Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me, bitch, you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimmicks, I can't take it
They ain't real, so they fakin' it
How did they make it in this game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails
Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your rims
You still see a Bee
And we see you a liar, tryna deny her
Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me, bitch, you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters
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