Artist: Twelve A'Klok Album: Lost To The World Song: Shameless Game Typed by: kingjoflash@yahoo.com (12 o'klok) All I saw was the flames from the calico I want to bust the skull in his head but fuck it I had to go So many years up in the game, I thought this bitch was real Look in his eyes, saw through the lies, that's when his shit was peeled Fucked up the deal, I had to off him send him out of space Said a prayer over the puddle of blood that used to be his face Who was to care, watch that nigga die till he could die no mo Fuck me up inside, the feelings wouldn't let me cry for show I heard the twisted sounds of sirens on my fucking block I guess its time I get this double barrel pumped and cocked Know niggas must drop Let off a shot, I heard a tire screech I tried to bail, so close to hell I felt the fire reaching Running through the doorway, found some niggas to hide me through the daylight Hated to put them up in my business, fuck it, it might mean they life Them niggas ask me why I offed him so I had to tell him That nigga wanted to play some fuck shit but I wanted to help him I gave him close to thirty gee's told him bring his patna, get yo ass to texas Two birds gon be up in a bravada, make sure you inspect them Come back, I'ma give your fourty percent just to help yo ass out But if you smell some fuck shit, then nigga you mash All the while that nigga thought he was fucking me Expecting sixty four oz's, he gots a quarter key Wonder where my shit be, he tell me back in Houston I'm looking for some answers, all he gave me was excuses First it was a carjack, then it was the coppers so he had the ditch it Then it was the bitches, plenty stories but they all twisted Fuck it anger made me react before I knew it His fucking head was on them tracks black dripping fluid (Chorus: 12 o'klok) It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing Fuck it, I'm in this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing I come to bring the pain in this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing How can I refrain from this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing How I maintain (12 o'klok) A couple of days later, I'm wanted, they saw me from the building Ain't going to prison even if means somebody children Let me catch the bitch that said my name, I got some drama for him And just my luck, that nigga fuck us all the time was knowing Gave up some presidents to get his residence and catch him Word out the p, they got his back and they gon try to protect him I gots to catch him cause the cell is hell and in the cell ain't no living wealthy All you got is memories to tell, that shit that ain't healthy In the middle of the night I creep Catch him in his sleep, I'm through his window Bout to bring some solitude through his temple, peep Saw that nigga twisting turning in darkness he got me crazy I remember the day I lost it, I heard his baby Hiding from the next room, somebody move, it was his bitch Looking me straight up in my shit, eyes wide Told her shake the nigga, wake the nigga, seconds later he face the trigga Fuck the fasad, its time to paint a picture Bitch was on the side wining and weeping, too later to cry Might as well get used to some permanent sleep cause you waiting to die Door slung open it was a little kid, a little shot he hit the floor Before I could realize the fuckers dead, I was busting a couple of times more Three heads leaking the feds creeping I can hear them outside The sound of choppers, this could very well be the night that I die I rather fry before I let them enter I heard somebody on the loud speaker screaming surrender Nigga was fucked up from the dome a long way from home No way to get out the beef from there Call all my niggas on the bitches phone, might not never see the streets again Tell them get here, creep up nigga, let yo bullets disperse And if we die tonight they going first Holla at me my nigga (Chorus) It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing Fuck it, I'm in this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing I come to bring the pain in this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing How can I refrain from this shameless game It's gonna be a lotta slow singing and flower bringing How I maintain (12 o'klok) Screaming surrender I say never bust through the window Got guts falling from sweaters, tag-teaming with twin berettas ready for whatever Fuck it, my life is an illusion anyway I realize that through the mist of this confusion, I can die anyday No need to cry I gots to be free Even if means blasting you just to save me Do what I have to do daily Fuck all the cussing and fussing I'm strictly bussing Go the PD on tv watching this shit get heated like ovens Ain't nothing gon bring back into the world that I came from Ain't scared of death, in fact I'm kind of waiting to see the day come They run, I laugh looking through this window with shattered glass Coppers all over trying to scatter fast from the aftermath Stepping over them bitches in a flurry, tell my niggas hurry Either we gon ride or get buried Pick a later time to worry Already got 3 dead niggas in front of me System ain't running me I'm giving them all what they come to see Mind full of madness Only other alternative than doing time is in a casket If I get blasted Closing my eyes, I heard the door pop, beretta still cocked It was foo telling the crew black they don killed klok Carletta ran over to my side, eyes open wide Saw I was bleeding but couldn't tell from where the blood was releasing But its time to ride, lifting me up, drug me outside Through the back basement, right there where the navigator was waiting We blazing, abdomen getting swole, feeling like flames I need some of that beige shit to stop my fucking pain In my brain the pictures getting blurried Streets don got a nigga sick I'm guessing that can be the only thing that kill me my nigga