[Verse 1]
Return of the [?] verbal flame thrower
Champagne rover, patron hangover
Low sofa, leather, high ceiling lofts
Cheddar, gold tokers designed with the frost
The boss, [?] squeeze on no civilians
Chameleon, knock niggas off in the cold building
[?] Brownsville, L.A. houses
Lived disciples [?] bammers, grace towers
We raise hours of power, pass on traditions
Never no cowards into rap with the friction
Condition, hood pass, vouch free admission
Listen, it's either or subtract or addition
Position to move like the [?] on the board
Right palm placed on the book of the Lord
Recite songs when niggas get took to the morgue
Embalmed in box, either you armed or not
[Chorus]
The game ain't changed, just the names of the playas
The mayor, street smart set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing in for self
What else, niggas ain't heard, niggas is felt
The game ain't changed, just the names of the playas
[Verse 2]
There's special units set up for niggas doing this
Some niggas is groomed in it, other niggas just ruin shit
Who the snitch telling, knocking niggas for nothing
Since they chick is on another nigga dick and she fuckin
It's disgusting, so now you really know I'm ducking
To the desert, knees freezing, I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and they certified demons
I'm pleading, please no involving the policemen
We beefing, the silence is the cold when you creeping
Sleeping, I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in
It's murder [?] the Monday, be back before the weekend
Beast in, feel like homie when he high
Macaroni till I die, you only got one try
[Chorus]
The game ain't changed, just the names of the playas
The mayor, street smart set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing in for self
What else, niggas ain't heard, niggas is felt
The game ain't changed, just the names of the playas
[Verse 3]
Mary go round, here we go round
From every angle hitting me like stereo sound
Chit chatting, laying my scenario down
Manhattan, Boogie Down, they all yapping in the town
Bodied little homie, he's now buried in the ground
So many tears, the nigga could have drowned
So many years, went from hopping on the hound
To hopping in the coupe, guess they rocking for the crown
King of the city, it's a thing when you pretty
And feel like Nitty, he was here right with me
Knew it had to happen, but who did the clapping?
Knew when he was [?] the names ain't matching
Mad ain't the word, had to spaz on a bird
Know the sound on a curb, had to blast on a herb
Kill me a nigga, it's quiet as a whisper
You slide like a slipper, damn a nigga miss ya