Artist: C-Bo f/LeMay, Marv Mitch
Album: C-Bo's Best Appearances 1991-1999
Song: Rillas In The Game
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[LeMay]
Once again I'm in it from the start to the end
To make my money stack got ways to get my scratch on a
Regular basis and taz can't trace this movement
As I use this method to get my guns to grow up
With a plot to sew up I let the product grow up
And anybody scheming gets tow up around my way for
The fact that niggas crying over yay
In that game where we play you need to survive
Where you lay with your life gone
And it's on in every case movers pushing zones
In every place pushing weight on the come up
Watching out for the cops to run up
But I can't get caught up I got to take a fall
When I was brought up in this shit for my scrilla
I hustle at willa with my nine milla

[Chorus LeMay 3x]
Just some killas in the strange
These rillas in this game
Nothing ever changed but these playas in this game

[C-bo]
I used to hang on the corner slanging that blow up
Operation stackola moving coca cola
On a mission all about that mail making that clintel
Gun a fool down quick coming short on my mail
I like my money stacked in G nuts when we flock
Slanging keys of yeast full of that nasty bitch
I'm trying to feed my children
At the same time trying to stack a million
With a duffle bag full of all bad like a feeling
In the land of milk and honey living for the money
Come short on a sac ain't a dam thing funny
Get that beat down beat down with the heaters
Down to streaker you ever seen her
Packing german millimeters young punks start static
But when I let them have it they go out
Like bitches snitches to the captian
I bring funk to there front porch
Cock back the derest... eagle and hop out the regal
Now it's on take one to your dome
I breaks up a heavy home then I gone
Dumping hallow tip slugs got the plug distributing
The drugs living the life of a thug

[Chorus LeMay 3x]
Just some rillas in this game
These killas in the strange
Living up in the strange with the money and caine

[Marv Mitch]
Hit the scene put the break down ohh shit quit
Never to be starving my name is Mavin Mitch
18 soft bring it back with making 27 hard
Yak it up pack it up then I hit the boulvard
Then hopped in the motorola all for the sake of paper
Five ohh cuz tries my trap pulling a caper
Hustling for it never struggling with drugs
Juggling about ten a week selling those G'z
Giving a bud cuz I had to plug in the extension
On my first caper like fo five vision
I'm in the hood cooking the kitchen
Hitting itching but I'm up on the map
And I'm about to stack your ticket there cock
In a sixty three drop slanging that yay yo
Got some coppers on my pay roll
Clinton wanted my birds in the place
Even when I'm at my best cuz my mack
Wanted these niggas on my track get my mail
Plus it's my sac so I had the most clintel
Thirty five for twenty two chairs hard
Twenty point five in his zone
Every where we go

[Chorus LeMay 3x]
Just some killas in the strange
These rillas in this game
Nothing ever changed but these playas in this game