| Song | Never Ending Game |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Ice Cream Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P | |
| Check this out playas | |
| All y'all gangster niggas | |
| Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) | |
| I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game) | |
| Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers | |
| Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here | |
| We live an eye for an 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 pushing rocks | |
| Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies | |
| We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi | |
| But i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death | |
| Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me | |
| My little homie on the ground crying | |
| I'm thinking i'm gone, oh my lord | |
| My little homie tony's dying (ripped his heart out) | |
| He never had a chance to see his life glow | |
| And he never had a chance to see his wife bro | |
| And his little kid is only 8 | |
| It ain't about me or you motherfucker | |
| You gone peep defeat off the tree | |
| Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets | |
| And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock g | |
| I'm thinking about tic-toc boom, there goes another one | |
| Send him to the moon | |
| Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom | |
| I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked | |
| Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken | |
| But never even seen a bird | |
| They die for that cain and that weed and they water | |
| And they to fucking high, to see the enemy | |
| Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me | |
| Your best friend will kill you | |
| I'm from that 3rd ward, caliope projects | |
| Where they peel your caps like bananas | |
| Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners | |
| But they can't stop the murders | |
| Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers | |
| Cause everybody study capping in this | |
| Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying | |
| But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder | |
| Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder | |
| Cause niggas banging like charlie chan | |
| You'd better pack a piece nigga | |
| And welcome to the never ending game | |
| The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets | |
| Cause the ghetto ain't no joke | |
| Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked | |
| Welcome to the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets | |
| And the ghetto ain't no joke | |
| Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked | |
| And momma pray it ain't me | |
| But i'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese | |
| I be making mail like the mailman | |
| This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream) | |
| Through the hood of the projects | |
| Its fiends walking up for bubble ups | |
| You think i'm bout to reject | |
| When a nigga get some money, i got them gats cocked nigga | |
| I ain't living like no dummy | |
| If i die, i ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why | |
| Will i retire and give it up realize | |
| Thats this my only mission of money | |
| But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny | |
| But i got to feed the family | |
| Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous g | |
| And i have to hurt shit | |
| Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work | |
| Lay him down, and punch in your time card | |
| Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord | |
| So i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous) | |
| Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit | |
| Off the rack, ain't no trap | |
| Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats | |
| Through the projects and walky-talkies | |
| Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark | |
| Like dogs, watch a nigga hard | |
| And i be slanging dope like i'm getting paid like lou rollins | |
| And the white folks can't stop this | |
| And the taz can't stop this nigga, cause i'm in the hood slanging rocks | |
| Getting paid cause i'm major | |
| And if i die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager | |
| And give 4 g's to my sons and kill my enemies | |
| Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if i'm dead g | |
| And when i go out, i'm going out with a bang | |
| So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game |
| zuo ci : Master P | |
| Check this out playas | |
| All y' all gangster niggas | |
| Y' all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there the dope game | |
| I' m a let y' all know something welcome to the dope game | |
| Something that' ll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers | |
| Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here | |
| We live an eye for an 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 pushing rocks | |
| Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies | |
| We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi | |
| But i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death | |
| Goddamn thinking " the fuck?", it could be me | |
| My little homie on the ground crying | |
| I' m thinking i' m gone, oh my lord | |
| My little homie tony' s dying ripped his heart out | |
| He never had a chance to see his life glow | |
| And he never had a chance to see his wife bro | |
| And his little kid is only 8 | |
| It ain' t about me or you motherfucker | |
| You gone peep defeat off the tree | |
| Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets | |
| And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock g | |
| I' m thinking about tictoc boom, there goes another one | |
| Send him to the moon | |
| Ain' t no rocket ship bitch, it' s the temple of doom | |
| I mean the ghetto, cause it' s wicked | |
| Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken | |
| But never even seen a bird | |
| They die for that cain and that weed and they water | |
| And they to fucking high, to see the enemy | |
| Niggas that pretend to be, fools don' t come close to me | |
| Your best friend will kill you | |
| I' m from that 3rd ward, caliope projects | |
| Where they peel your caps like bananas | |
| Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners | |
| But they can' t stop the murders | |
| Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers | |
| Cause everybody study capping in this | |
| Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying | |
| But y' all niggas ain' t realizing that the hood is murder | |
| Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder | |
| Cause niggas banging like charlie chan | |
| You' d better pack a piece nigga | |
| And welcome to the never ending game | |
| The never ending game, the dope game the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets | |
| Cause the ghetto ain' t no joke | |
| Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked | |
| Welcome to the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets | |
| And the ghetto ain' t no joke | |
| Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked | |
| And momma pray it ain' t me | |
| But i' m addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese | |
| I be making mail like the mailman | |
| This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain ice cream | |
| Through the hood of the projects | |
| Its fiends walking up for bubble ups | |
| You think i' m bout to reject | |
| When a nigga get some money, i got them gats cocked nigga | |
| I ain' t living like no dummy | |
| If i die, i ain' t scared to die, but don' t ask me why | |
| Will i retire and give it up realize | |
| Thats this my only mission of money | |
| But y' all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny | |
| But i got to feed the family | |
| Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous g | |
| And i have to hurt shit | |
| Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work | |
| Lay him down, and punch in your time card | |
| Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord | |
| So i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless dangerous | |
| Don' t give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit | |
| Off the rack, ain' t no trap | |
| Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats | |
| Through the projects and walkytalkies | |
| Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark | |
| Like dogs, watch a nigga hard | |
| And i be slanging dope like i' m getting paid like lou rollins | |
| And the white folks can' t stop this | |
| And the taz can' t stop this nigga, cause i' m in the hood slanging rocks | |
| Getting paid cause i' m major | |
| And if i die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager | |
| And give 4 g' s to my sons and kill my enemies | |
| Y' all can' t stop a nigga please, even if i' m dead g | |
| And when i go out, i' m going out with a bang | |
| So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game |
| zuò cí : Master P | |
| Check this out playas | |
| All y' all gangster niggas | |
| Y' all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there the dope game | |
| I' m a let y' all know something welcome to the dope game | |
| Something that' ll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers | |
| Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here | |
| We live an eye for an 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 pushing rocks | |
| Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies | |
| We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi | |
| But i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death | |
| Goddamn thinking " the fuck?", it could be me | |
| My little homie on the ground crying | |
| I' m thinking i' m gone, oh my lord | |
| My little homie tony' s dying ripped his heart out | |
| He never had a chance to see his life glow | |
| And he never had a chance to see his wife bro | |
| And his little kid is only 8 | |
| It ain' t about me or you motherfucker | |
| You gone peep defeat off the tree | |
| Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets | |
| And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock g | |
| I' m thinking about tictoc boom, there goes another one | |
| Send him to the moon | |
| Ain' t no rocket ship bitch, it' s the temple of doom | |
| I mean the ghetto, cause it' s wicked | |
| Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken | |
| But never even seen a bird | |
| They die for that cain and that weed and they water | |
| And they to fucking high, to see the enemy | |
| Niggas that pretend to be, fools don' t come close to me | |
| Your best friend will kill you | |
| I' m from that 3rd ward, caliope projects | |
| Where they peel your caps like bananas | |
| Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners | |
| But they can' t stop the murders | |
| Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers | |
| Cause everybody study capping in this | |
| Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying | |
| But y' all niggas ain' t realizing that the hood is murder | |
| Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder | |
| Cause niggas banging like charlie chan | |
| You' d better pack a piece nigga | |
| And welcome to the never ending game | |
| The never ending game, the dope game the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets | |
| Cause the ghetto ain' t no joke | |
| Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked | |
| Welcome to the never ending game | |
| Will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets | |
| And the ghetto ain' t no joke | |
| Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked | |
| And momma pray it ain' t me | |
| But i' m addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese | |
| I be making mail like the mailman | |
| This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain ice cream | |
| Through the hood of the projects | |
| Its fiends walking up for bubble ups | |
| You think i' m bout to reject | |
| When a nigga get some money, i got them gats cocked nigga | |
| I ain' t living like no dummy | |
| If i die, i ain' t scared to die, but don' t ask me why | |
| Will i retire and give it up realize | |
| Thats this my only mission of money | |
| But y' all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny | |
| But i got to feed the family | |
| Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous g | |
| And i have to hurt shit | |
| Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work | |
| Lay him down, and punch in your time card | |
| Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord | |
| So i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless dangerous | |
| Don' t give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit | |
| Off the rack, ain' t no trap | |
| Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats | |
| Through the projects and walkytalkies | |
| Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark | |
| Like dogs, watch a nigga hard | |
| And i be slanging dope like i' m getting paid like lou rollins | |
| And the white folks can' t stop this | |
| And the taz can' t stop this nigga, cause i' m in the hood slanging rocks | |
| Getting paid cause i' m major | |
| And if i die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager | |
| And give 4 g' s to my sons and kill my enemies | |
| Y' all can' t stop a nigga please, even if i' m dead g | |
| And when i go out, i' m going out with a bang | |
| So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game |