Things just ain't the same, we ain't playing
Been in the game, more than two decades to my name,
And I gained my fame, took every chance that came my way,
Watched my enemies make mistakes and made them pay,
I got rid of these snakes and fakes
Built a motherf*ckin fortune through this paper chase,
And now I can't relate to your punk ass mentality,
Living off scraps, while I'm steady dining lavishly,
f*cking the bitch that you spend money on,
She be sucking my dick while I blaze honeycomb,
You should be clutching your shit when we meet,
'Cause a n*gga might be rich but still a motherf*ckin gee,
And I keep my piece so best heed the warning,
Or your mom's sudden loss is gonna keep her mournin', n*gga
I'm built different,
And the last thing you'll see will be a flash in the distance…

We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your chain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without pain
We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your brain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without … pain

The Game done changed a lot since the west take over
Alkaholiks gone with the time, remain sober,
I need a clear head looking at these punks in dress,
I can't comprehend how did it end like this,
n*ggas getting rich over bullshit,
Don't confuse it, they wanna label it as music,
But use it to deceive to subject you and me
To their industry schemes, tryina check who I be,
I could never let them lead,
Put that vest on my chest and be ready to show em that they can bleed,
If they're coming for my shit (shit), light em up like spliffs (spliffs),
n*ggas didn't think they would be dying in a ditch,
But they they do when they run up, I'ma put my gun up,
Marking their deaths as the beginning of my comeup,
I'm a motherf*cking fool for mine, I get dirty,
Step to me, you die, n*gga you heard me…

We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your chain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without pain
We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your brain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without … pain

Throwing hands like I'm born to box, n*ggas drop on the spot,
And if they run I got a red dot on the glock,
We're still outlaw riders, man up and try us,
You can never f*ck with me,
Took a call and we squashed the beef,
Now I'm back with the D-R-E,
And still we rise, n*ggas ain't listening, stuck in the past,
Revolution brewing, and if they don't adapt they won't last,
I got this game on lockdown, take aim, get shot down,
And I'mma spray your f*ckin brain cross uptown,
My adversaries scatter when they splatter its massacre,
I run with boss n*ggas, bad boys? Blast at ya,
You see this snake's still beating on the weak
But back when we had beef you didn't hear a f*ckin peep,
I'mma put this creep to sleep, leave him bleedin out,
And now you see what I'm about, I'm an outlaw

We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your chain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without pain
We ain't playing no games
Homie pay your dues or lose your brain
'Cause we paved the way
Ain't no gain without … pain