The Game - Church for thugs

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Church for thugs The Game

[Verse 1] To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I canīt forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging thatīs L.A. shit And Iīm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget Iīm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement [Hook] Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt know parts of me pal [Verse 2] Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write Get my Reebok deal done Or Iīm stayinī in Air Nikeīs Aiight, I handle bars you ainīt gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Letīs roll Through the city of god Where LA niggas train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it Iīm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me get here [Hook] Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt know parts of me pal [Verse 3] One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks Iīm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since 88 Look at the world we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddyīs face Niggas catching feelings Cause Iīm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flowīs the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and Iīma have to peel em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me outta L.A. Yeah I know [Hook] Believe me niggas keep sayinī they gonī heat me up Talking that shit like they gonī lay me down And when I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayinī they gonī heat me up Talking that shit like they gonī lay me down And when I come through strapped to see whatīs up Niggas really donīt know parts of me pal Visitas: 203

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