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Never Ending Game
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Never Ending Game was released on April 16, 1996 by Priority Records as a part of the album Ice Cream Man
April 16, 1996
LanguageEnglish
BPM77
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

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All y'all gangsta ****
Y'all muthafuckin gangsta bitches out there
I'mma let y'all know somethin
Somethin that'll never end
This shit is goin around like fuckin numbers
Black on black crime
**** it go like this here
We livin eye for eye
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead, ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushin rocks
Packin them 17 round Glocks
At yo ass, spittin like loogies
We packin heat, 32 long clips
My automatic Uzi
But I look into the eyes and I stare
I see death, god damn
Thinkin how the fuck it could be me
My little homey on the ground cryin
I'm thinkin about oh my lord
My little homey's Tony's dyin
He never had a chance to see his life go
And he never had a chance to see his wife grow
And his little kid is only yay big
Ain't about me or you muthafucka
Who gon' get the feel
Off the street, cause you die and you murder
How could you live on the streets and you never heard
Another **** with a Glock G
I'm thinkin about tick tock boom
There goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket ship bitch
This the Temple of Doom
I mean the ghetto cause it's wicked
Most **** out there in the hood tryin to get a chicken
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
And they too fuckin high to see the enemy
**** that pretend to be
Fool don't come close to me
Your best friend'll kill ya
I'm from that 3rd Ward Kelleyville Projects
Where they peel ya
Caps like bananas
Police tryin to stand on them buildings
With them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
That's happenin in my hood muthafuckas
Everybody steady cappin in this
Everyday, all day, **** dyin
Mothers cryin
But y'all **** ain't realizin
That the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6-inch girdle
Cause **** bangin like Charlie Chain
You better pack a piece ****
And welcome to the never endin game
The never endin game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
**** in my hood everyday gettin smoked, uh
Welcome to the never endin game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets
And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every muthafuckin day another **** get smoked
And mama pray it ain't me
But I'm addicted to this dope game
Addicted to this green cheese
I be makin mill like the mailman
But you know my partners in the hood pushin massive cain
Through the hood of the projects
And fiends walkin up for bubble ups
You think I'm bout to reject any **** with some money
I got them gats cocked ****, I ain't livin like no dummy
If I die I ain't scared to die
But don't ask me why would I retire
Give it up, realize
Death is my only mission of money
But y'all **** look at a **** hustlin like it's funny
But I got to feed the family
Even though if that take me gettin fuckin scoundrelous G
And I have to hurt shit
Put a **** in the dirt mean puttin in work
And punch in your time card
Cause you never know when yo ass bout to go meet the lord
So I live ruthless, reckless, and dangerous
Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
Off the rack, ain't no track
Just a bunch of muthafuckas walkin with gats
Through the projects and walkie talkies
Checkin shit muthafucka, uh, that's why they bark
Like dogs, watch a **** hog
And I be slangin dope like I'm gettin paid like Lou Rawls
And the white folks can't stop this
And the task can't stop this
Cause I'm in the hood slangin rocks
Gettin paid cause I'm major
And if I die, fuck it, retire my shoes
And hang up my pager
And give four P's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a ****, B, even if I'm dead G
When I go out I'm goin out with a bang
So fuck what you heard
And welcome to the never endin game
The never endin game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets
The ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every other day somebody gets smoked
The never endin game
Will I die up in my sleep or will I die here on these streets
The ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every other day another muthafucka gets smoked
Ugh, welcome to the dope game
Written by: C. Bazille, Master P
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