Lyrics:
State Your Cause End The Game

heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end

't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player, don't sleep Gees take the game on the road

your whole life and redesigned it I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld I think without makeup, you still bad as hell I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your

no Rolls Royces and shit like mine baby Your money dirty, wash your shit Them motherfuckers out here, yeah "dirty money" [scratched to end]

crimes of passion and my soul was suspected But it was thrown out of court 'Cause of course the Creator and I connected He told me, " Fear not for thou art protected Your

ass with yo' advance to the toilet then flush it My last stance be a stance of a General Custard I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard I got the stats

Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And when it comes to game, you are lame Never

' collect on my ass cap The rappers in the game ain't changed An' I finally realized that we not in the same game The hatin' will never end, so I guess

' my body tight ?Cause I like the way you?re making your move I like the way you?re making me wait At the end of the night when I make up your mind You