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[The Game] <br />Yo, when I´m out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe <br />With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue <br />When I´m out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous <br />Cause they know I´m packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey <br />Nigga, it ain´t nuttin for me to empty a clip <br />Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip <br />I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips <br />I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks <br />So ain´t nuttin you can tell me, about the game <br />Come with beef and leave here without your brains <br />And I´ma drive upstate and try to bounce this ´caine <br />In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain <br />And you know I got the South clickin <br />Cause ain´t nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickens <br />So fuck with my D and get found wit´cha mouth missin <br />This ain´t about you and me it´s about business nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus: repeat 2X] <br />It´s business never personal, real live on blocks <br />If we ain´t movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks <br />Cross a hustler motherfucker you´ll arrive in a box <br />It´s the true to life struggle ´til we arrive on top <br /> <br />[JT] <br />They don´t understand me, like the Birdman I got candy <br />Put the herb in, I got family <br />I´m doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane <br />Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change <br />Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah <br />My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms <br />Bad to the bone (to the bone) <br />And cain´t trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone <br />My whole crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines <br />Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines <br />Now the streets knowin (knowin) <br />And I´ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens <br />Still blowin <br />Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs <br />We take trips out to Houston and D.C. <br />For the West coast, nigga can you feel me? <br /> <br />[Chorus]
New song lyrics
[The Game] <br />Yo, when I´m out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe <br />With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue <br />When I´m out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous <br />Cause they know I´m packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey <br />Nigga, it ain´t nuttin for me to empty a clip <br />Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip <br />I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips <br />I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks <br />So ain´t nuttin you can tell me, about the game <br />Come with beef and leave here without your brains <br />And I´ma drive upstate and try to bounce this ´caine <br />In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain <br />And you know I got the South clickin <br />Cause ain´t nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickens <br />So fuck with my D and get found wit´cha mouth missin <br />This ain´t about you and me it´s about business nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus: repeat 2X] <br />It´s business never personal, real live on blocks <br />If we ain´t movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks <br />Cross a hustler motherfucker you´ll arrive in a box <br />It´s the true to life struggle ´til we arrive on top <br /> <br />[JT] <br />They don´t understand me, like the Birdman I got candy <br />Put the herb in, I got family <br />I´m doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane <br />Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change <br />Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah <br />My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms <br />Bad to the bone (to the bone) <br />And cain´t trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone <br />My whole crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines <br />Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines <br />Now the streets knowin (knowin) <br />And I´ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens <br />Still blowin <br />Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs <br />We take trips out to Houston and D.C. <br />For the West coast, nigga can you feel me? <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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