PumaFleece - Intellectual

[Intro]

Got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

You got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

When I go to sleep, I keep a shotty at my feet

Double barrel, 20 gauge loaded I'm a freak

I always let my paranoia get the best of me

When I didn't I was starving watching other folks eat

I'll never lie to myself, I'll tell the truth when it hurts

Stuck in a prisoner's cell, it's what the criminal work

Whether you got the Impala and in the back of a Benz

You got a problem, I solve it, the government full of felons

Bitch, I'm bumping Deicide out my Grand Marquis

22" chromes witta big body on them Ds

I got a chica sucking me while rocking Puma Fleece

Maybe, maybe now you get why I don't respond to beef

Well, I've been blinded by the devil, seen the eyes of the snake

Catch me cold world creepin with my nine and the shank

Homicide on the rise hope my time is today

I'm defined as divine, hope you cry from the pain, day

Take a good read of the game, learn how to play

Never be one to complain

The hand that be feeding you could be the one

To end your life if you a snake

All of you want in the game

Never be workin a day, only to say

When will it be my time to take this mother fuckers place

Another dollar for the richer, another death for the poor

I'm sick of society's standards, left the blood at the floor

Illuminati wanna rob me cause my soul ain't cheap

Fuck the otherside, bitch ain't got no time for beef

Got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

You got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

Got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

You got the game fucked up, you got the game fucked up

You got the game fucked up, you got the game

Got the game, got the game, got the game