(with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a fitness
[Sample: La Roux] I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] [The Game:] Let
slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
I am the champion [The Game:] Guess whos back in a son of a bitch Underground king with a gun on his hip Not the UGK like Bun B and Pimp C But I got
Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped I love this shit, I work and I'm good I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood I'm poised to go platinum, that
a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
Made It, Yeah We Floss Flagrant Shame How I Lost Your Life Savings Up In Las Vegas I'm A Heavy Better, I'm A Heavy Seller Keep White In The Office, Call
back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs Neon green outta fight club off a Fairfax Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it At the summit of
to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray
I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand (x2) Let me crack this Patron and talk
holla back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs Neon green outta fight club off a Fairfax Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it At the summit