Muscle Game (Life Story 2012)

Текст песни Black Rob feat Mark Curry, Mario Winans - Muscle Game (Life Story 2012)

[Verse 1: Black Rob]
Yeah, ah
Ah-oh, startin' to feel this
Ah, yeah, startin' to feel it (nigga, this crazy)

Yo, who these cats think they is
Takin' they business 'round here?
Yo, dawg, don't even go there
This is ours, we built this from the ground on up
Now it's flowers, I think you best to round on up
Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin' large
It's non-cipher, that's because B R's in charge of the set here
Cats is known for gettin' wet here, and left here
Till the cops come pick us up

[Verse 2: Mark Curry]
Steppin' in territory that's corrupt
Pushin' your luck
Intrudin' where shit's already sewed up, nigga fold up
You and your two amigos'll get slain
This ain't the place to try to gain fame from
You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make
And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it alive for his own sake
They better vacate promptly
Before they get they ass stomped
Listen, take heed to what we sayin' niggas
[Chorus]
It's all in the muscle (muscle game)
It's all in the muscle (muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
And you gotta have muscle (muscle game) (We lay down the muscle game)
[Voiceover: Diddy]
You see, in this game, only the strong will survive, and the weak shall pass
See, a lot of cats think with they brawn, not with they brain. Ha
C'mon, man. Fuck with me, I'll drop a million dollars on your head
Erase you and your whole family. Beeyatch. Come on. Now that's muscle

[Verse 3: Black Rob]
We won't lie, sometimes we stick 'em up
Last time it wasn't us, though, word
Like some hoes did 'em up
And nine Glocks hit 'em up
How I know it was your dough?
Cuz I was right there when they split it up
See I could tell you where to find the corpse
But that cheddar, I'm afraid, dawg, that's gone forever

[Verse 4: Mark Curry]
Greed for wealth got us stingy
We got a spot that's hot, niggas envy
The fact we clock mad dough
They wanna see us shut down, but no
I don't think so, the crew is still rakin' in the cash flow
For every dimebag sold on this block, we want in
One slung behind the back, it's under the skin
When niggas try to step to the block and bogard
We can't see it happenin', warned them first, "Get the fuck out of Dodge"
Better believe that, test it, and see if we don't put you on your back, niggas
[Chorus]
It's all in the muscle (muscle game)
And you gotta have muscle (muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
And you gotta have muscle (It's all in the muscle game. We lay down the muscle game)
[Voiceover: Diddy]
See, talk is cheap, but Bad Boys move in silence. You ain't even gon' hear me comin'. Ha ha. You just gonna wake up with a bunch of angels flyin' around your head. You feel me? You're dealin' with another type of muscle

[Verse 5: Black Rob]
Now bein' that it's all out war
I'm bringin more than that 4-4 (Come on, take that, take that, take that, take that)
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud-ass niggas, tape-made-me-bored-ass niggas
Gun-bigger-than-sword-ass niggas
Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns
Two at a time, comin' for mine like it's on, nigga, CBS
He can't be serious, Finesse
He don't believe I keep a gun under the vest

[Verse 6: Mark Curry]
You think you can destroy this empire we built from scratch, you're stupid
I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is
We got defense for this area
Try to attack, mad niggas on the barriers
Just dyin' to blast back, bitch
There'll be no givin' and no takin', definitely no breakin'
Laws we lay down, here's the situation:
Severe torture is what those who offend us face
I show no love for a punk-ass nigga we hate
Tryin' to pay me no brow and then come up missin'?
Happens to hardheaded niggas when they don't listen
I gave you fair warnin' bout the danger you're messin' with
A stranger invadin' a street corner is a goner
Try me if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas have
But in the process many die
Thinkin' they can step to the block and bogard
I couldn't see it happenin', warned 'em first, "Get the fuck outta Dodge"
("Get the fuck outta Dodge")
[Chorus]
And you gotta have muscle
And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle
And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)
[Voiceover: Diddy]
This is our game right here. We ain't playin' with you weak niggas. Come on, now. I been doin' this for too long, man. If you ain't got the muscle, better have that hustle. It's 1999. No more mister nice guy. I've been nice too long. I'm just gon' start makin' y'all niggas disappear, man. First, I'm gonna take your records off the radio, then I'm gon' motherfuckin' erase your social security number, you know, take your birth certificate out of the file. I'm gonna do that to your whole fucking family, I ain't gonna have no mercy for you. You understand? Come on, mister nice guy. If you ain't got the muscle, you'd better have the hustle, or keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut, beeyatch

If you don't have the muscle
And you gotta have muscle