This shit is not a fuckin game
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Pac man, y`all niggas know my name
It`ll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac man, and ain`t a damn thing change
Even though I got signed I`ma still slang thangs
Verse 1
Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y`all call `em bricks)
I make little dots (and y`all chop rocks to flip)
Before junior, they had me out on a chase
Running from these ghost monsters y`all calling the jakes
All I do is stack loot
Run around and eat fruit
And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue
My whole life been a maze in a chase
Can`t keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space
I got two hitmen that`ll bury U brothers
They rule the underworld
U know`em as the Mario brothers
Straight cannons
And won`t hesitate to shoot U
And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa
I got a worker named Frogger
When I say jump he leap
A highway boy who be runin the streets
Wit that package
Dodgin through traffic that`s narrow
And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
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Verse 2 (Missing Verse)
I take over blocks section by section
Shake under cover cops and make `em change direction
They best bet is to relax and chill
Sonic couldn`t catch me I`m good at track and field
I might run up in your spot
When I`m runnin` from the cops
Sling work a Dime a dot
A hundred a rock
I give out cooked
Yeah But I only get raw
And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall
I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow
He bring strait dough
He just move it too slow
I don`t fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys
I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids
Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission
But first she got to let me put in pole position
I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner
Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr.
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Verse 3
I got drugs for every race, color, and creed
I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede
Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed
I don`t know why he wanna start a pie factory
We can be partners
That`s murda, us connecting
Wit the right blow
And Burger Time doing the cheffin
We can get doe
Can`t let the cops catch us
And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris)
Whoever don`t wanna get down, they stupid
Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit
Ain`t nobody out there making no noise
Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy
We can take his stuff
He ain`t tough he a nut
He always letting Dig Dug pump em up
I pull a plug on `em niggas if they don`t wanna set it
Game over niggas, I`ll see you next credit
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