- The Game Troublesome 歌詞
- The Game
- (Chorus 2X: The Game)
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
Im the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause Im mad at you
(The Game)
Yall niggaz see me when Im come through; and aint no denyin
That them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, Im feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heats confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If theres beef, Im releasin mine
And I wont 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 aint nuttin but a gangsta party
And Ill make sure aint a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it aint a nigga there to revive him
And the Game aint tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga
(Chorus)
(The Game)
Trust me dog, aint shit you can put in your rap
Thatll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and thats that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that dont stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all yall niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10s when Im rollin, one inthe changer
One when I push the buttons right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Lets say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Aint gotta look over my shoulder, Im good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullets good with the bloodstains
And the coroners 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 Im bringin the chrome
If I die then Im 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 Im rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when Im 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 aint nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We aint even got survival, but Ima 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)
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