Part Of The Game (Extended Version)

[Intro: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez]
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bet you if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with

[Verse 1: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent]
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, south sidе
Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)
Bags of bread, boy, you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break, you're dead
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)
Cop it, whip it, bag it, flip it (Oh, flip it)
Re-up, we up, G'd up, what up? (Yeah)
Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, NLE Choppa]
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bet you if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta), it's nothin' to play with

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James]
It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe, all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, no wrong or right
Protect your life, 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might break that nigga off the lot, we put 'em on the Island (Yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppression when we start ridin' (Yeah, yeah)
Ask who drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)
Not your ho, man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man, but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it, but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rain

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, NLE Choppa]
I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
Bet you if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Yeah)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
So, you over there
Nigga, you ain't know I don't fuck with you
Until you feel the vibe (You know the vibes, nigga)
Feel the vibe (Vibe)
You're not the only reason I'm movin' 'round with this heater with me (Haha)
And I'm dyin' to fire (Yeah, yeah)
You're not jockin' that, but that's pure facts (Facts, nigga, what's up?)
That sucka shit, I don't like all that sucka shit
Boy, you hop from clique to clique, we don't know who you fuckin' with (Nah)
You ain't no gangbanger, I mean no RICO or conspiracy
I said that 'cause I know the alphabet boys are hearing me (Ah)
He talk about bricks, two-six-three, Tricky T (Yeah)
He talk like he came up 'round this bitch like he me (Uh)
Bitches talking their talk, these niggas talk to Ds
I tell 'em talk while you walk, just get the fuck 'way from me (Woo, ooh)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez]
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bet you if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Yeah)
I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Rileyy Lanez]
Welcome to the south side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Hey, hey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah