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