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Tiz Not Ta Game Video (MV)




Performed By: Majorr Werk Cartel
Length: 2:38
Written by: Anthony Johnson




Majorr Werk Cartel - Tiz Not Ta Game Lyrics




Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame

I keep my fingers on mac-10's hussle and stack ends
Keep foes closer than friends smoke weed in a black bends
Give a f*ck bout yo bentley, yo ice and tats
Got riders with black T's, black hats wit black gats that go
Clap clap you in the dirt i'm in the vert
Rollin up the purp in a scarface shirt wit
Niggas that put in work when that line gets crossed thats right
Empty the whole clip then that iron gets tossed you know the
Ritual is money, bitches, guns, and roses I'm a
G from the cradle till my casket closes see the
Don in the yukon clips I keep extra
F*ck around wit it and get holes in yo texture
Might split cho melon cuz them clips is bananas
I run with o-dogs, frank whites, and montanas
Ain't nann nigga playin' shawty you what the f*ck keep them
Thangs on deck case a nigga wanna buck, wanna buck

Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame

I sit up high in that brome pussy nigga you don't want it
Its chrome in my lap and its some chrome wheels on it I'm
Out for the cash hit up yo stash before I mash on the on the
Pedal and tuck the metal inhaling the hash
Connect wit killas criminal cap peelers a must nothing
Left to discuss I click clack then buss ain't no
Love in the city ain't no love in the sticks
Its pebbles turning into boulders grams turning into bricks on the
Scale fresh outta jail really bout the mail put the
Slab in the wind if po po gets on my trail this is
Hell wheres heaven? where you don't need a mac-11
Every 1/4 to 7 and get away car revvin'

Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
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Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame

I keep my fingers on mac-10's hussle and stack ends
Keep foes closer than friends smoke weed in a black bends
Give a f*ck bout yo bentley, yo ice and tats
Got riders with black T's, black hats wit black gats that go
Clap clap you in the dirt i'm in the vert
Rollin up the purp in a scarface shirt wit
Niggas that put in work when that line gets crossed thats right
Empty the whole clip then that iron gets tossed you know the
Ritual is money, bitches, guns, and roses I'm a
G from the cradle till my casket closes see the
Don in the yukon clips I keep extra
F*ck around wit it and get holes in yo texture
Might split cho melon cuz them clips is bananas
I run with o-dogs, frank whites, and montanas
Ain't nann nigga playin' shawty you what the f*ck keep them
Thangs on deck case a nigga wanna buck, wanna buck

Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame

I sit up high in that brome pussy nigga you don't want it
Its chrome in my lap and its some chrome wheels on it I'm
Out for the cash hit up yo stash before I mash on the on the
Pedal and tuck the metal inhaling the hash
Connect wit killas criminal cap peelers a must nothing
Left to discuss I click clack then buss ain't no
Love in the city ain't no love in the sticks
Its pebbles turning into boulders grams turning into bricks on the
Scale fresh outta jail really bout the mail put the
Slab in the wind if po po gets on my trail this is
Hell wheres heaven? where you don't need a mac-11
Every 1/4 to 7 and get away car revvin'

Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
Tiz not ta game the glock got da flame
Hk aim blow a hater out da frame
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Writer: Anthony Johnson
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