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G.a.m.e. The Game

[The Game] Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada Get your shit pushed back like Jadaīs CD Iīll put your brains on that Kenwood TV So you can see hell in 3D, itīs right there dog And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog If itīs pussy, I might share it dog, beef Iīm right here dog Iīm on the block, white Nike Airs on Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know if 22īs on the truck, give me coochie yet But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep Tryin to read my whole script, but ainīt seen the movie yet Better have that glock stuffed tonight Iīm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gonī, make, it A block bust tonight [Chorus 2X: The Game] Getting American Money Easy, all I know The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough Itīs a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts [The Game] Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You canīt ball? Then itīs probably the haters Canīt breathe then itīs probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot And every nigga gonī cry when he hit, the more pain the more blood drain, he ainīt survivin shit And your niggaz ainīt gonī ride for shit, they know if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 Fuck you up like one timeīll do And I dare yīall to stop on the īShaw, and King Boulevard Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it [Chorus] [Young Noble] Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot Next to īPac, Iīm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out Outlaw air it out, box īem in, square it out Learn about your whereabouts and we right there Me and Game have you left right there N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese I got niggaz out in Compton thatīll find yoī ass I got niggaz out in Jersey, thatīll hide yoī ass for a long time if you ever fuckin with mine Itīs a thin line dog between the real and the fraud We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ainīt the streets Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, cīmon [Chorus] Visitas: 346

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