Last Supper The Game (Ft. Ar-16, Jadakiss & Styles P)
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[Intro: Jadakiss & Styles P]
It's sad, it's pitiful this is what it's come to (Word)
You know? (Heh) fuck it (Fuck it)
Real nigga gon' surface (True)
Fuck niggas gon' drown (Word)
Ha-hah!
[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
It's the hunger pains that make niggas hateful
That's why you can't brake bread with the ungrateful (Can't)
If he can't look in your eye then he can't (Face you)
Wait for him to try and he can't (Wait to)
I rather die out here, jail ain't the (Place to)
I had a nine to five (I sold base too)
I beat the shit out of niggas (I beat the case too)
And when I ate, I make sure everybody ate too (We all eatin')
Only God could judge us, all these niggas can do is (Rate you)
They probably (Underestimate you)
But still, fuck how he gon' feel (Fuck, you know the deal)
The last supper is a three course meal (Last Supper)
All I see is Gs (Sitting at the table)
Guns, weed and ki's (Sittin' at the table)
Money from the street (Money from the label)
Ridin' out to Pac (Like the nigga Fatal)
We ridin' out to B.I.G. (Like the nigga Gutta)
You ain't ridin' (Fuck you nigga, I ain’t stutter)
He ain't stutter, but the gun'll stutter
(Ratatat tat tat) Motherfucker
Little niggas respect Elvis
Slept with pretty bitches that got down like Griselda (You know!)
Blanco, Lex coupe, stashed in the console
Last supper, I let a hundred bricks on the arm go
What!
It's sad, it's pitiful this is what it's come to (Word)
You know? (Heh) fuck it (Fuck it)
Real nigga gon' surface (True)
Fuck niggas gon' drown (Word)
Ha-hah!
[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
It's the hunger pains that make niggas hateful
That's why you can't brake bread with the ungrateful (Can't)
If he can't look in your eye then he can't (Face you)
Wait for him to try and he can't (Wait to)
I rather die out here, jail ain't the (Place to)
I had a nine to five (I sold base too)
I beat the shit out of niggas (I beat the case too)
And when I ate, I make sure everybody ate too (We all eatin')
Only God could judge us, all these niggas can do is (Rate you)
They probably (Underestimate you)
But still, fuck how he gon' feel (Fuck, you know the deal)
The last supper is a three course meal (Last Supper)
All I see is Gs (Sitting at the table)
Guns, weed and ki's (Sittin' at the table)
Money from the street (Money from the label)
Ridin' out to Pac (Like the nigga Fatal)
We ridin' out to B.I.G. (Like the nigga Gutta)
You ain't ridin' (Fuck you nigga, I ain’t stutter)
He ain't stutter, but the gun'll stutter
(Ratatat tat tat) Motherfucker
Little niggas respect Elvis
Slept with pretty bitches that got down like Griselda (You know!)
Blanco, Lex coupe, stashed in the console
Last supper, I let a hundred bricks on the arm go
What!
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