It Ain’t a Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Saint]
This ain't a game, game, boy
But I'm advanced like an SP
I'm hearing likkle MCs wanna test me
I'll bend around the corner like I was in an S3
In then I'm Audi, butcher, dead meat
Can't call my name then scream out "allow me"
Can't go back, you can't press B
How much do you wanna bet me?
You'll get left ten feet under
SP or PS
I don't really tolerate BS
And I can't burn man but the gas can, that's CS
Now you can't see S
If you wanna VS, P
Then you can get touched like a GameBoy DS, I
Ain't got a BM
But I'll still pipe out your BM
I'll take the biscuit, BM

[Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally]
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
And my team's on top and I can't complain
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
My team's on top and I can't complain
[Verse 2: PK]
I'm 5 foot 7 and I'll punch your lights out
Mind out if you wanna ever take my style
Catch him on a quick ting shopping in night town
Now he's got creps in his face, no eyebrows
Man said he's gonna ride out
Aight, mate, come here, you know that's my style
Man can't ever try send for the Bad Ombré
You'll get your face burnt like Michael
Jackson
I am the Camden landlord, taxing
If he ain't got my Ps on the right day
Dun know, flick out the shank, then catch him
Wanna be a top boy on the mic?
Tell a man you need to f*cking practice
Rehearse your bars, yo, when you're on set with me
You'll get your body sliced like sandwich

[Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally]
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
And my team's on top and I can't complain
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
My team's on top and I can't complain
[Verse 3: Lyrical Strally]
L Strally's got new flows like Nike got new creps
Got a new jersey, don't say Dudek
Say New Jersey, don't mean the US
I'm from the UK
I'll make an MC sweat like shirt
I'll make an MC sweat like his name was Earl
f*ck a sweatshirt, call it a crewneck
Cuh your girl will give the whole crew neck
African zulu warrior
But you can still get a German suplex
Royal rumble, I be like "who's next?"
Dem man are useless, Strally is ruthless
Send an MC to the sky and roof them
Roofing MCs like roofies
MCs get down like a short
Strally's gotta hand it down to them

[Hook: Saint & Lyrical Strally]
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
And my team's on top and I can't complain
This ain't a game like Randy or Kane
We bring the pain right to your front gate
Bun down rave, I flex, get paid
Come back, then I do it again
Losers get lost and the winners remain
We want the funds, you can keep the fame
You Get Grime, yeah, we pop no chain
My team's on top and I can't complain