Correction Paroles It’s Not A Game par 2Pac

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What I gotta do is let y'all n*ggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who was once fragile, innocent, and pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted by the streets. But the gift he brought with him to this world will effect our outlooks on not only rap music but on life as well, forever, forever

It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins
With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
Sell your soul, live your dreams, don't pay the cost then
Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like
Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex
We're here, I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You f*ckin' with Chris, f*ck Pun, dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever (Woo, c'mon)
Half the n*ggas I keep, and put 'em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill

It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw (Get on yo knees, n*gga, get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw

No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef 'til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial
n*ggas shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu
n*ggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the morning
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my n*ggas mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird before he testify
Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled life
And if you dream, be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, n*gga watch for bustas (Watch)
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler

It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the sh*ts never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b*tches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping sh*t like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your f*cking sh*t spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
f*ck it, you got a gun, n*gga bust it

It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw

I personify every image that n*ggas fake
I personify, really bring it to 'em
Because I'm -- I-I looked up to these n*ggas
While on bail, they gon' take my spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying?
My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere, you know what I'm saying?
I'm coming right back for my place, anybody that's there, they gon' have to move

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