Muscle Game - Black Rob, Mario Winans, Mark Curry

Yeah, ah

Ah-oh, startin' to feel this

Ah, yeah, startin' to feel it (nigga, this crazy)

Yo, who these cats think they is

Takin' they business 'round here?

Yo, dawg, don’t even go there

This is ours, we built this from the ground on up

Now it’s flowers, I think you best to round on up

Your entourage, slim chance of y’all gettin' large

It’s non-cipher, that’s because B R’s in charge of the set here

Cats is known for gettin' wet here, and left here

Till the cops come pick us up

Steppin' in territory that’s corrupt

Pushin' your luck

Intrudin' where shit’s already sewed up, nigga fold up

You and your two amigos’ll get slain

This ain’t the place to try to gain fame from

You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make

And I’ll be damned if I let another brother take it alive for his own sake

They better vacate promptly

Before they get they ass stomped

Listen, take heed to what we sayin' niggas

It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)

It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)

If you don’t have the muscle (muscle game)

And you gotta have muscle (muscle game) (We lay down the muscle game)

You see, in this game, only the strong will survive, and the weak shall pass

See, a lot of cats think with they brawn, not with they brain.

Ha

C’mon, man.

Fuck with me, I’ll drop a million dollars on your head

Erase you and your whole family.

Beeyatch.

Come on.

Now that’s muscle

We won’t lie, sometimes we stick 'em up

Last time it wasn’t us, though, word

Like some hoes did 'em up

And nine Glocks hit 'em up

How I know it was your dough?

Cuz I was right there when they split it up

See I could tell you where to find the corpse

But that cheddar, I’m afraid, dawg, that’s gone forever

Greed for wealth got us stingy

We got a spot that’s hot, niggas envy

The fact we clock mad dough

They wanna see us shut down, but no

I don’t think so, the crew is still rakin' in the cash flow

For every dimebag sold on this block, we want in

One slung behind the back, it’s under the skin

When niggas try to step to the block and bogard

We can’t see it happenin', warned them first, «Get the fuck out of Dodge»

Better believe that, test it, and see if we don’t put you on your back, niggas

It’s all in the muscle (muscle game)

And you gotta have muscle (muscle game)

If you don’t have the muscle (muscle game)

And you gotta have muscle (It's all in the muscle game. We lay down the muscle

game)

See, talk is cheap, but Bad Boys move in silence.

You ain’t even gon' hear me

comin'.

Ha ha.

You just gonna wake up with a bunch of angels flyin' around your

head.

You feel me?

You’re dealin' with another type of muscle

Now bein' that it’s all out war

I’m bringin more than that 4−4 (Come on, take that, take that, take that,

take that)

Watch me dispose of all y’all

Y’all fraud-ass niggas, tape-made-me-bored-ass niggas

Gun-bigger-than-sword-ass niggas

Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns

Two at a time, comin' for mine like it’s on, nigga, CBS

He can’t be serious, Finesse

He don’t believe I keep a gun under the vest

You think you can destroy this empire we built from scratch, you’re stupid

I wouldn’t care how ruthless your crew is

We got defense for this area

Try to attack, mad niggas on the barriers

Just dyin' to blast back, bitch

There’ll be no givin' and no takin', definitely no breakin'

Laws we lay down, here’s the situation:

Severe torture is what those who offend us face

I show no love for a punk-ass nigga we hate

Tryin' to pay me no brow and then come up missin'?

Happens to hardheaded niggas when they don’t listen

I gave you fair warnin' bout the danger you’re messin' with

A stranger invadin' a street corner is a goner

Try me if you think it’s a lie, the attitude many niggas have

But in the process many die

Thinkin' they can step to the block and bogard

I couldn’t see it happenin', warned 'em first, «Get the fuck outta Dodge»

(«Get the fuck outta Dodge»)

And you gotta have muscle

And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)

If you don’t have the muscle

And you gotta have muscle (it's all in the muscle game)

This is our game right here.

We ain’t playin' with you weak niggas.

Come on, now.

I been doin' this for too long, man.

If you ain’t got the muscle,

better have that hustle.

It’s 1999. No more mister nice guy.

I’ve been nice

too long.

I’m just gon' start makin' y’all niggas disappear, man.

First, I’m gonna take your records off the radio, then I’m gon' motherfuckin'

erase your social security number, you know, take your birth certificate out of

the file.

I’m gonna do that to your whole fucking family, I ain’t gonna have no

mercy for you.

You understand?

Come on, mister nice guy.

If you ain’t got the

muscle, you’d better have the hustle, or keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut,

beeyatch

If you don’t have the muscle

And you gotta have muscle