But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." Whether gettin' money legally or illegally We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up, baby Got introduced to the game I ain't took a

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger Yo, I'll fuck your ass up! I fuck yo ass up I fuck yo ass up (fuck him up son) I fuck yo ass up (fuck him up son, Wu for life}​​​​) I fuck ya ass up (fuck him up) (Hut one, hut

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame, say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right, what? (fuck, me!) Oh! Oh! Oh! Say it (make love to me) Oh! Oh! Oh!

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all