Songtext Game of death Yukmouth

Game of death

Featuring Chop Black , Lee Majors , Rahmean , Kuzzo Fly , Don Stryke

(Hook)
Goons on deck
Shooters on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
Shooters on deck
Goons on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
(Nigga game of death)

(Verse 1)
Hit them in the face all upon you where the stash at
You can tell I'm on my fuse live like a glass cat
Fucking day off like a pipeline in your lap
Walk with you to the safe, sawed off in your back
It's my scope writing dope like a pharmacist
The price I quote hit you hard like a lightning bolt
Represent the gangster ride with the cut dose
Black vest send text, mixed with the gun smoke

(Verse 2)
Yuk I'm married to the mob fuck the price main
Stack a lieutenant 4 stack 'em in the dice game
Checking out the right lane ,starring at the ice change
Ride my shooters, riding pop a nigga like a bike change
The mob out no drive by's and leave half out
Bear face slide up in a nigga blow his top out
Bang, we put them lames to rest
Fucking with the dragon gang it's the game of death

(Hook)
Goons on deck
Shooters on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
Shooters on deck
Goons on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
(Nigga game of death)

(Verse 3)
Black hoodie, black beanie with the black phony
Hit target hit loud to run up on it
Caught him slipping in the drive through without his homies
I need a 2 piece bisquit with a side of macarone
I want all your jewelry your money and your rims
And all you trying to kick knowledge how do you win
I'm a menace like Cain don't test me nigga
For a craf full of dollars I bless you nigga

(Verse 4)
I'm mortal kombat guy , bitch get over here
Raging ruff rider, no man I fear
Only G O D, or my m o n
Don't trust nobody all fam no friends
Get gone on the spot, don't do no lens
Home beans on the corner, only corners I been
Pussy nigga stand out, heroine I blend
Pair of jeans every pocket bandz on bandz on rubber band

(Hook)
Goons on deck
Shooters on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
Shooters on deck
Goons on deck
Scraping through your hood
Black bullet proof vest
Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
(Nigga game of death)

(Verse 5)
I ain't even off this motherfucker
I still cut back aiming shooting motherfuckers
Any buy shot revolvers on round spin
Better change with your life than playing with it
Bitch from california, made me hard
Traveling the world, made me harder
Type a nigga robbin, beat your fucking daughter
Wait me around, everywhere my auto

(Verse 6)
You won't sustain your breath time to play the game of death
I'm squeezing till it's gone, nothing in the chamber left
I'm from the snake pits, fake shit get him while
He's robbin ,while it's droppin'
I'm the club bout these bitches molly poppin
I'm in that buggati squad, used to be the RTD
Now I'm trying to pass on these niggas like I'm RG3
Bank roll balunga, dragon game gunga
Shooters on the roof, hit it cracking like a nun chunk