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Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I´m the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause I´m mad at you
[The Game]
Y´all niggaz see me when I´m come through; and ain´t no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I´m feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat´s confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there´s beef, I´m releasin mine
And I won´t stop bustin ´til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry, it ain´t nuttin but a gangsta party
And I´ll make sure ain´t a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain´t a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain´t tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga
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[The Game]
Trust me dog, ain´t shit you can put in your rap
that´ll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that´s that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don´t stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all y´all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10´s when I´m rollin, one in the changer
One when I push the button´s right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let´s say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain´t gotta look over my shoulder, I´m good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet´s good with the bloodstains
And the coroner´s real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do ´em in line
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I´m bringin the chrome
If I die then I´m leavin a clone; but if I live
through the drama one mo´ time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I´m rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when I´m loadin up them clips, I listen to ´Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo´ guns
than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get ´em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain´t nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain´t even got survival, but I´ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
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