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Dirty Game Video (MV)




Performed By: Menace Manson
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Quincy McCall




Menace Manson - Dirty Game Lyrics




Okay, yes sir
Good game nigga
Certified platinum baby, we already here

Sitting on the top bunk with a story to tell
Everybody eating around me, I ain't getting no mail
Everybody bailing out, but I ain't getting no bail
Everybody selling out, but I ain't got shit to tell
Nigga, f*ck the prosecutors, the judge and all

They said they found a couple guns, the drugs and all
Asked me, did I want to go to trial
Your dog is flawed, he came in the holding cell
That nigga was running his mouth

They talk about all the drugs that they found in the house
Gave names to all the drug dealers
All them niggas with clout
Money piled to the ceiling in large amounts

F*ck how a nigga feelin', I got money to count
I got a lawyer to pay and a bitch to feed
Nigga trying to jam me up for a couple pounds of weed
Homeboy, I'm the plug, I got the shit that you need

When you telling about the drugs, try not to mention me
I showed you a lot of love when you was down on your knees
When I saw you in the club, you were looking real needy
Being real greedy'll get you little niggas crossed up

Everybody got choppers,you can get your ass tossed up

I guess it's all just the same
I said what goes around comes back again
Who can you trust in this life of sin

I'm just saying
I guess nobody but myself
It's a dirty game
Check it, uh

Tripping on what I'm seeing
The same old, same old jit took the charge for me
Shout out Lil Damo
They bammed triple X's killers

Wonder was it worth it
Just got off the phone with Black
He said the streets like a circus
Gotta know your purpose or you gon' fall for anything

My mind is a castle, so that make me a king
You do anything for small change, that make you a fiend
You do everything to boss up, you might be on clean
Or maybe Adderall, I don't need none of that to ball

I'ma still stand tall, enough hustle to fill a mall
I got enough muscle to murder them all
And if it's beneficial, then I want it all
Not some, not half, or that's your ass

And don't be speaking on my name like I won't spash
Shut up and get some money, nigga, ain't shit funny
You got to be a dummy thinking you gon' take from me

I guess it's all just the same
I said what goes around comes back again
Who can you trust in this life of sin
I'm just saying
I guess nobody but myself
It's a dirty game
Outro
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Okay, yes sir
Good game nigga
Certified platinum baby, we already here

Sitting on the top bunk with a story to tell
Everybody eating around me, I ain't getting no mail
Everybody bailing out, but I ain't getting no bail
Everybody selling out, but I ain't got shit to tell
Nigga, f*ck the prosecutors, the judge and all

They said they found a couple guns, the drugs and all
Asked me, did I want to go to trial
Your dog is flawed, he came in the holding cell
That nigga was running his mouth

They talk about all the drugs that they found in the house
Gave names to all the drug dealers
All them niggas with clout
Money piled to the ceiling in large amounts

F*ck how a nigga feelin', I got money to count
I got a lawyer to pay and a bitch to feed
Nigga trying to jam me up for a couple pounds of weed
Homeboy, I'm the plug, I got the shit that you need

When you telling about the drugs, try not to mention me
I showed you a lot of love when you was down on your knees
When I saw you in the club, you were looking real needy
Being real greedy'll get you little niggas crossed up

Everybody got choppers,you can get your ass tossed up

I guess it's all just the same
I said what goes around comes back again
Who can you trust in this life of sin

I'm just saying
I guess nobody but myself
It's a dirty game
Check it, uh

Tripping on what I'm seeing
The same old, same old jit took the charge for me
Shout out Lil Damo
They bammed triple X's killers

Wonder was it worth it
Just got off the phone with Black
He said the streets like a circus
Gotta know your purpose or you gon' fall for anything

My mind is a castle, so that make me a king
You do anything for small change, that make you a fiend
You do everything to boss up, you might be on clean
Or maybe Adderall, I don't need none of that to ball

I'ma still stand tall, enough hustle to fill a mall
I got enough muscle to murder them all
And if it's beneficial, then I want it all
Not some, not half, or that's your ass

And don't be speaking on my name like I won't spash
Shut up and get some money, nigga, ain't shit funny
You got to be a dummy thinking you gon' take from me

I guess it's all just the same
I said what goes around comes back again
Who can you trust in this life of sin
I'm just saying
I guess nobody but myself
It's a dirty game
Outro
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Writer: Quincy McCall
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