Young N Da Game

Yeah everybody peep game, and let me tell you bout this nigga that I know
Who at a young age entered the game of coke
His name was John, John's a victim of this other brother
Who sold weight, was more on the uncover
John said fuck em he had to make his money bigga
Hooked up with Mike, a motherfucking crazy nigga
See Mike was down to the E-N-T
And with slanging ounces among slanging keys
The first key, they sold it at a high price
And John's getting happy, cuz business is coming kinda nice
Dope jewelry, and hoochies coming big flocks Mike got smart, and fucked them both from blocks
Cuz how they living, these niggas get jealous quick
So he had his 9 and had it loaded for the tricks
Because he knew, that niggas was gon act strange
Because they popping them off, they still young in the game

About a year later, John and Mike looked soft
The only thing is John got phoned with this nigga Rob
See Rob is short for Robin, cuz Rob's always robbin and they heard on the other side of town he be popping
And shit about, how we got jumped for a pound, flip to my BMW and skip town
Now John is getting mad about some money that he lost
So him and Mike had fronted a bitch that they called Nina Ross
They caught the hoe Nina she'll do you nine ways and she hadn't seen Rob in about five days
Mike went and killed the hoe, he knew that she was lying
John said when you see him tell that nigga that he's on anyway
Back to they grind, now John is flipping keys, three at a time
And Mike chops em up for the workers on the block
They ain't tripping of the shop cuz they paying off the cops
Niggas peep game as the shit gets deeper
John know the brother was a full time geeker
Smoking up the county, and John is getting noyed cuz somewhere somebody saw him hanging out with Rob boys
And word on this treaty is that Rob is getting in fo from John's brother, and trading it for coke
And afterwhile Rob said fuck the smoker, shot John's brother, and put him in a coma
And at this time the shit is kinda strange, is even jealous here fool when you young in the game

Three days passed and John's looking for revenge
Him and Mike is rolling in a drop top Benz
Looking for that trick who took his brother out
They hit the block and rolled up, by that nigga house
Parked on the street was that motherfucking beamer
And sitting so low was that trick tramp Nina John didn't want to shoot yet, but it was just too light
Macardy had a sign served on the trey eight
And when he pulled the trigger she didn't even hit the blast out two bullets to the dome, now Nina Ross is ass, out
And at this time young John is feeling punked
Was wearing double vest and had a gauge for the phone
They said fuck that, so they rushed Rob's home
Beat that nigga down and put a gauge to his dome
Rob said "Please don't kill me, and if you don't blast
You can let me live and you can have all my cash"
John said "You know what, you'z a crooked ass nigga"
Cracked a smile and John pulled the trigger
Now him and Mike, is up five Gs
And got that nigga Rob for about five, keys
And they say, who's to blame
Blame it on them other fools when you're young in the game