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Real gangstaz The Game

[Chorus: 2x] Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? Iīm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply cause Iīm mad at you [The Game] Yīall niggaz see me when Iīm come through; and ainīt no denyin that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh Deuce zeroes, Iīm feelin like the streets is mine Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heatīs confined See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined If thereīs beef, Iīm releasin mine And I wonīt stop bustin ītil 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 ainīt nuttin but a gangsta party And Iīll make sure ainīt a nigga survivin Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ainīt a nigga there to revive him And the Game ainīt tryin to win, fuck the awards So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga [Chorus] [The Game] Trust me dog, ainīt shit you can put in your rap thatīll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and thatīs that Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster But that donīt stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through Droppin all yīall niggaz with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10īs when Iīm rollin, one in the changer One when I push the buttonīs right next to the cupholder Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game Letīs say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ainīt gotta look over my shoulder, Iīm good with the aim Good with the handle and the bulletīs good with the bloodstains And the coronerīs 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 īem in line [Chorus] [The Game] Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home If beef cook then Iīm bringin the chrome If I die then Iīm leavin a clone; but if I live through the drama one moī time then them boys gotta dig When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big When Iīm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block And when Iīm loadin up them clips, I listen to īPac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got moī guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get īem all in the face when shit get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey And ainīt nuttin to do a driveby in the hood We ainīt even got survival, but Iīma 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 [Chorus] Visitas: 358

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