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(Chorus 2X: The Game) |
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Real gangstas stand up, hold they ************* |
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************* *************z sit down to piss - what type of ************* is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you |
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(The Game) |
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Y'all *************z see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin |
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That them big mother******s is twenty-five |
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Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh |
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Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine |
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Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined |
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See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined |
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If there's beef, I'm releasin mine |
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And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline |
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The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast |
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I return shots like Arthur Ashe |
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You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies |
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************* bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party |
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And I'll make sure ain't a ************* survivin |
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Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a ************* there to revive him |
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And the Game ain't tryin to win, ************* the awards |
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So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong ************* |
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(Chorus) |
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(The Game) |
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Trust me dog, ain't *************t you can put in your rap |
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That'll make you a gangsta, you a ************* and that's that |
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*************z thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters |
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Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster |
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But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through |
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Droppin all y'all *************z with three in the chamber |
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Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer |
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One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder |
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Dog we can get this *************t over, I got ten on the Game |
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Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain |
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Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim |
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Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains |
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And the coroner's real good with that pickup |
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A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that *************t up |
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Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time |
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Put you *************z next to each other how I do 'em in line |
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(The Game) |
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Come through in a big boy, leave the bull*************t at home |
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If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome |
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If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live |
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Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig |
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When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big |
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When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig |
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Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block |
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And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac |
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A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns |
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Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys |
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And you might get 'em all in the face when *************t get thick |
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Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey |
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And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood |
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We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride |
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Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it |
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Think this *************t a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it |
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(Chorus) |
