No More Fun and Games The Game

[Intro: The Game & Just Blaze]
3 minutes, my nigga, y'all know what it is
Just Blaze!
(No more fun and games!)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Wit' a Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homie, that's irrelevant
I'm with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that lowrider bike pedalin'
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it
I'm wit'cha homie Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas movin' peanuts like a elephant
I move cars like spinnin' rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga, I like bitches
Them half-and-half Alicia {Keys} dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on the track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre
'Cause ain't

[Chorus]
No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
I ain't gotta tell you this but one mo' time
Leroy!
Now pay attention