[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 Jadas CD
Ill put your brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, its right there dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If its pussy, I might share it dog, beef Im right here dog
Im on the block, white Nike Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22s 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 aint seen the movie yet
Better have that glock stuffed tonight
Im comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon, 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
Its 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 cant ball? Then its probably the haters
Cant breathe then its probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon cry when he hit, the more pain
the more blood drain, he aint survivin shit
And your niggaz aint gon 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 timell do
And I dare yall to stop on the Shaw, 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 Pac, Im the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box em 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 thatll find yo ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, thatll hide yo ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin with mine
Its 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 aint the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, cmon
[Chorus]

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