Part Of The Game

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with

[Verse 1: 50 Cent, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]

Make money, make-make, make money

When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе

Be with the best of 'еm, gun shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)

Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)

Bag Supreme, boy you **** around, put a big bag on your head

'Fore the weather break your bag

Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)

Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it

Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)

Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a **** (Ayy)

When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)

Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'

And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side

nigga s get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)

Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)

It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James]

It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right

Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight

Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right

Protect your life 'cause I'll [?] you like you was just a bite

Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy

Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy

More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)

Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)

Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em

Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)

We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)

As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)

Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man

Not the dope man but I bring the propane

He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range

Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains

I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE, Top Shotta, nigga)

bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey)

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)

Oh, oh

Welcome to the Southside

Yeah, yeah

Ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah