[Intro]
Since we came out the womb we've been doomed
From little G's to OG's
The violence won't cease
We caught up in the madness and there's so much sadness
Lord forgive us, cause nobody cares
So for eternity we livin' that thug life
And the youth is a sacrifice
We caught up in the storm
[Verse 1: Ray Luv]
I wake up in the morning and it's on and
Smoke a sack, I'm gone in the streets on the phone
Tryna get my pimpin on, play on hatas on the phone
While I'm tryna make a million, got me spillin'
Game inspect [?]
It's cap peelin' cost stealin' records that be top billin'
Rhyme pays and got a young nigga like chillin', ready and willin'
I want it all, so fuck all of y'all
Game don't stop 'til the very last balla falls
It's gettin' cloudy, overcast, time to blast
Better not get shady or I'ma have to pop this ass
And all these bitches from britches pull switches too
Leave em in stitches and snitches get ditches too
Niggas would hustle in the game, much success
Those who twist will enlist in the early death
Never show weakness, stressin'
So you sweatin', you gettin' wettin'
Slippin' in the Armageddon, where we headin'
To hell in a pine box in the place
Mean muggin', TEC-9s cocked, can you fade
This young nigga from the 9th block, it gets no better
Stormy weather 'til we all drop
[Chorus: Ray Luv]
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
[Verse 2: Rated R]
Screams of terror outside and I decided it's all out
Big willie niggas and them niggas with small clout
Leavin' businesses and all properties rained out
Can't sleep nights closed on Macs held tightly
You say that I'm trippin' but then you ride it
Stormy weather cause half them doors is closed
Muthafuckas opposed, real niggas make moves
Your ass was laughin', wait 'til my niggas get to blastin'
Hopped to action, bubbled from drug transactions
Oh what a satisfaction
Mopreme, Ray Luv Luv and it don't stop
Niggas through the hell make mail, mutha fuck jail pops!
[Chorus: Ray Luv]
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
[Verse 3: Mopreme Shakur]
Don't play me for the violence in the streets
It was before my birth because the violence when he left the earth
Drugs was here first before my pops out the smoke
See, that became of me, black in a white society
All odds against me
And the [?] my mind locked in [?]
Six to nine years, don't break the ways
Then they call me [?] cause I [?]
Got me on the [?] tryna get my chips
The quickest way I came, I'm Mopreme
Forty acres and more bread outta state
[?] stand down for my credit
Somethin' like that is somethin' essential
Even in the O, San Diego, Sacramento
Don't get it twisted, I can be pimpin'
Show a killa rate, they keepin' it real
Workin' words with my niggas
[Chorus: Ray Luv]
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
[Verse 4: Ray Luv]
Through the rain, even through the sleet and snow
I'ma be about my dough, rappin' 'til I can't no more
Ain't no more golds, that's entertainer
Makin' mail, Link Crew, niggas got this game for sale
Everyday my mind drifts away to the Bahamas
Fuck the drama and backstabbing baby mamas
Even my brothers involved in somethin' hustla hatin'
They want my blood, I see em as they lay there waitin'
I stay creatin', the only way of ventilatin'
Call it survival, cash money generatin'
The game gets thicker and brown liquor makes it better
That stormy weather got muthafuckas gettin' wet up
You'll never let up, the street sweeper don't shut up
Watch where the setup, when you fall, nigga keep your head up
True to the game, even rain can't harm me
You need to off me, the weather stormin', it's gettin' stormy
[Chorus: Ray Luv]
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop
Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop
Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops
Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop
[Outro: Khayree]
It's just a little bit of that game
It's just a little bit of that game y'all
It's just a little bit of that game
It's just a little bit of that game y'all
It's just a little bit of that game
It's just a little bit of that game y'all
It's just a little bit of that game
It's just a little bit of that game y'all
It's just a little bit of that game