Lirik Lagu It's Not A Game - Noreaga F/ Maze, Musolini
X
TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Noreaga)
This ain't no game manA lot of people look from the outside from inthinking that it's easy manYou know what I'm saying, not realizing we work tooYou know what I mean, we working everyday hardGetting our hands dirty just like y'allBut y'all think y'all better
(Musolini)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoI pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big gunsWhile you dealing in crumbs and stacking fundsSqueezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tonguesHeaded for these slums, screaming at the top they lungsBitch made cats, find em wherever you atYour man in you face will stab you in the backLife's a bitch, so rub up and fuck itYou live your life, you gotta love itSix double o, used to whip a bucketLeft the strip cause niggaz like five seven tipsHood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wristslong with the stones on my fistsniggaz hating me, cause I got chipsLeft the hood richNutin but diamond dis, head from a bitchIn the back of a thugged out whipWhy not shitDevilish, your crabs ain't shitMad at this, certain gentle wrist
(Chorus: Maze)
It's not a game niggaMe move in and move outMost niggaz try to follow the routeBut they can't see what we seeThugged out like wherever we beM-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
(Noreaga)
Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shitSame niggaz that you fucking witFucking wit them cats that you don't fuck witWhatcha supposed to do?Both of them are part of the crewCan't choose side (true)I don't know, I don't like to go that roadIf that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yoWhile say break up to make upI say stick together god until y'all cake upBitches meet me at the crown plazaOn they period, it don't matterI'm in the head something seriousIt ain't a game god, yo it never wasI get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzzMy associates that I use to sit and chill witNow it's only family I like to deal witThat I like to build witGet high, hold steal witSo let's do this, all my niggaz run through this
(Chorus)
(Maze)
The money attitudes the cay inTo many snakes in the wayA getting paid playing laid-back on my days inI want to enter fortune but which way inWit out getting lost in a stormMy pen pages reflect MazeWhy steps from his H on, shades beyond the graveGolden braids hang from my physicalBitched scare meMove mystical enchanting branson weed at meI'm like fan of BVanish from the scene in a blurBut barely seen, clearly heard in my actionAnd act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my handWe're in your land like a hard drizzleTo reach my pinnacle is minimalSinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
(Chorus)
This ain't no game manA lot of people look from the outside from inthinking that it's easy manYou know what I'm saying, not realizing we work tooYou know what I mean, we working everyday hardGetting our hands dirty just like y'allBut y'all think y'all better
(Musolini)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoI pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big gunsWhile you dealing in crumbs and stacking fundsSqueezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tonguesHeaded for these slums, screaming at the top they lungsBitch made cats, find em wherever you atYour man in you face will stab you in the backLife's a bitch, so rub up and fuck itYou live your life, you gotta love itSix double o, used to whip a bucketLeft the strip cause niggaz like five seven tipsHood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wristslong with the stones on my fistsniggaz hating me, cause I got chipsLeft the hood richNutin but diamond dis, head from a bitchIn the back of a thugged out whipWhy not shitDevilish, your crabs ain't shitMad at this, certain gentle wrist
(Chorus: Maze)
It's not a game niggaMe move in and move outMost niggaz try to follow the routeBut they can't see what we seeThugged out like wherever we beM-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini
(Noreaga)
Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shitSame niggaz that you fucking witFucking wit them cats that you don't fuck witWhatcha supposed to do?Both of them are part of the crewCan't choose side (true)I don't know, I don't like to go that roadIf that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yoWhile say break up to make upI say stick together god until y'all cake upBitches meet me at the crown plazaOn they period, it don't matterI'm in the head something seriousIt ain't a game god, yo it never wasI get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzzMy associates that I use to sit and chill witNow it's only family I like to deal witThat I like to build witGet high, hold steal witSo let's do this, all my niggaz run through this
(Chorus)
(Maze)
The money attitudes the cay inTo many snakes in the wayA getting paid playing laid-back on my days inI want to enter fortune but which way inWit out getting lost in a stormMy pen pages reflect MazeWhy steps from his H on, shades beyond the graveGolden braids hang from my physicalBitched scare meMove mystical enchanting branson weed at meI'm like fan of BVanish from the scene in a blurBut barely seen, clearly heard in my actionAnd act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my handWe're in your land like a hard drizzleTo reach my pinnacle is minimalSinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul
(Chorus)
