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Game Ecstasy

my niggas man, for life man I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man I love you nigga Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups) You

give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more Yea they want more they hot and they want more They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy I'm ecstasy

Lock eyes from across the room Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names No need here for the silly games Make our way through

oh well, oh well And half of the time you knew he was lyin' Said he was on his rizzily grind He's providin' so well And now he's out there runnin' game

' average, everybody jang a lang Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range It's not a game, it's a beautiful

to bologna And you go around me like a Honda Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana Fuck the X Games, it's ecstasy games Show me a mirror 'cause

way, I'm done playin round I'm going in, time to get the work She told me that it feel good when I make it hurt I ain't gonna play no games, gonna make

pull a race card And it backfires in your face hard Cuz you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus this stylist that you fucked When you was ecstasied

Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably this (Fiesta) Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta Remix with the homie from the Midwest side Game recognize game