Simon says (Street games)

I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you

Hit you until you, hit you until you

I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you

Hit you until you, hit you until you

I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!

Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!

I'ma hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!

Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah

I put in my dirt I'ma hurt you

Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put your foot in my circle

You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin

beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+

I'm not a hater nigga

You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+

Why the fuck would I knuckle up witcha?

I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd rather +Double Dutch+ witcha

He played them street games 'til the heat came

Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains

We ride in streets with Mafia ties

We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+

And I'm about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers

Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder

Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed

I'm the nigga +Simon Says+

refrain:

I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!

Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!

I'ma hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!

Hit you until you, hit you until you

I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!

Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!

Hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!

Hit you until you.

Yeah yeah, I see pain but why

is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences?

God is it, possible the same niggaz

that's winnin in Dodgeball will grow up and dodge bullets?

The funky little, two squares

in this concrete jungle was shootin the Monkeys In The Middle

If you compare me to anyone in this game

if it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's Truth Or Dare

I been this hollow inside for years

Leave peers beside beers that'll Spin The Bottle

Don't think that e'ry night seem right

Nigga just look beside you, I'm at every Red Light, Green Light

Ready to stop you, fatal-ly

I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of Hot Potatoes

A comparison's vital - you ain't nobody

Royce 5'9" is Simon, the Americal Idol

refrain

Yeah, yeah, now he's had the luck as

the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for Freeze Tag

Miss the clock is tickin away

At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's play Hop Scotch

Let's teach all of these punks

that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump

I'ma make 'em all drop and say "Ahh"

I'm the king of the playground, I make 'em say Father May I

You should say Grace - cause even if you

bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don't play Breaks

Now you gon' find your fitted

in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound nigga Hide and go get it

Finally the dudes be lame

His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains

Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter

then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies

refrain

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