the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for
chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers
cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
you come again Mister mouth runna (mouth runna) Providin' a roof ova (roof ova) to make a house unda (house unda) You talk a good game (good game) but
man dange 15 bottles of rose and champain Niggas dey no duh name And understand the game I kno u c the chain It's we the best the game... Bitch I'm ruthless
to the thing that kept me most out of trouble Invested time and effort and it paid back double I dedicate this to the culture and people and the music The b-boys
born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy When I wuz thuggin out in the alley With my boys in a stolen Caddie I wuz shootin the pree
born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy When I wuz thuggin out in the alley With my boys in a stolen Caddie I wuz shootin the
Whip Outside, Jump In I Got My Home Boys You Can Bring Yo Freinds I Got Da Benz On Dubs, Relationship (Nawww) Sorry Girl Dis Aint Da Flava Of Love But Ah Recognize Game, Game
Pussies [More tired gunfire- scary!] Fall in and get quoted yall Yeah It's Cashis Welcome to the Shady game G's up Obie went plat He back with another
, induced now, gotta flame thrower that will burn great holes till you goose down, (yeah) rough sound, same strong background, bent on black the big boys
mete machete Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts to fucking dope
the incognito tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you. I guess thats part of the game, But
incognito tip Killin motherfuckers if I have to, peelin caps too cause you niggaz know I'm comin at you I guess that's part of the game; but I feel for
To show the whole world the meaning of MC Look, I be in dope with a thing called Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) People together like B-Boys in shell tops And it don
got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone Fake dope boys
the hood and I'm far from Queens The boys in the hood is always hard So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar [Chorus] [The Game] I'm from
start Never gonna let you go, it's from our heart, Ooo (God chose you, we would never forget you) (We miss you) [Verse 1: The Game] Who's Michael Jackson