Chip-The Game

Chip - The Game These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your a** lay down The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round Funny how the world revolves around my click 'Cause just a year ago, ni**a ain't had sh*t Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, sh*t I'm the new ni**a the others can't stand The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can Let another ni**a feel my spot If a ni**a steal from me, it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift Magazines wanna know, where the f**k L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001, I was playing my PlayStation And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing All I could think about was I had my guns And my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round Pass the w**d, let a ni**a get into his zone Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone A year past now God did and L gone And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click To think about that, before I let the song stick Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him 'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride Every strip block the projects is on my side A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, ni**a The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round