The Game Goes On

I'm living paycheck to paycheck, trying to pay the rent
 Crackers thinking I'm a slave forever, they got me bent
 I'm bout to pull a move, bout to rob one of 'em blind
 Let me call my partner Z-Ro and see what's on his mind
 Well, I'm going through a thang, K
 I really need to make some change, K
 I'm thinkin' 2-11, I'm feelin' strange, K
 No job, there's no way for me to pay the bills
 If you with me then let's get paid, live lavish and chill
 You ain't sayin' nothin, homie, I been waitin' for a lick
 Got a gal fine as hell, but I'm too broke to trick
 The last two months I've been thinking of a caper
 Come scoop your boy up and let's connive on some paper
 Get in, put on your seatbelt so the law's won't hate
 We takin' a trip to the bottoms with Mr. Hector bakes cakes
 $9, 000 for a half, $18, 000 for a whole
 But I ain't bring no money with me just my black .44
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 The game goes on
 And it might not ever change
 Too familiar with this pain
 Is it suicide living in the fast lane?
 Boy, this plan kinda real, Ro, I'm ready to ride
 But what's the deal with all these hard heads standin' outside?
 This boy he got an army and they all heat packers
 Two guns against twenty equals two dead jackers
 I know the odds are against us, therefore I planned ahead
 In the trunk is an AK, HK, AR, in the back of the car
 Plus, it ain't no rush, we gon' lay low
 'Til his partners start to leavin' and he's drunk on the floor
 Yo, you know I heard that he a sucker for a screwing
 Let's set this fool up with Michelle and let her do him
 Get his guard down then right before he rise
 We kick the door in and unleash heat supplies
 But it ain't his birthday, it's gon' be his worst day
 K-Rino and Z-Ro, we both currency thirsty
 Hit my phone, call Michelle so we can get it together
 Man, I'm tired of being broke, bro, let's get this cheddar
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 You know what, Z-Ro, this move that we pulled was sheist
 But I ain't never seen this kind of paper in my whole life
 Money all around me, can't get much greater
 Just stuff it in the bag, man, we'll count it up later
 Yes, indeedy, guess you can say the needy got greedy
 But I was tired of hearing my children scream "Daddy, please feed me!"
 I got up, got out and got something fast
 But I'm feeling funny 'bout the way we got this cash
 Man, don't sweat that, you 'bout to have the finer things
 'Cus we got more money than Timmy Chan got wings
 Diamond rings and fancy things, and pockets full of change
 'Cus the game goes on and it ain't gon' never change
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