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(feat. JT) |
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(The Game) |
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Niggaz don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck |
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How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death |
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That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out |
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Breathe easy nigga they tryin to get them bullets out |
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It was all good a week ago, you was callin shots in the hood |
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Bitch now you so {?} the hood |
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Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya |
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But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood |
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Ghost town, niggaz won't even walk in your hood |
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I want respect like when niggaz is talkin to Suge |
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You cats gon' get with that, or get with the +Mac+ |
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And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+, talkin 'bout this gat |
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The kid still a hundred miles and runnin |
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Niggaz smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm comin |
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And fuck MTV, I live in +The Real World+ |
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Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause |
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(Chorus 2X: JT) |
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Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas |
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Fuckin with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese |
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You know J cats, like to sell you dreams |
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And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything) |
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(JT) |
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It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot |
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No questions, I'm takin my spot |
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Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop |
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JT, and the Game is hot |
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It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary |
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When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry |
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Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters |
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Man, show me the money then, pay me man |
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It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost |
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Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes |
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Mink coats and diamond clusters |
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West coast we nothin but hustlers |
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We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools |
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Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track |
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Who you know that's as real as that? |
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I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back |
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(Chorus) |
