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Curtis Mayfield


[Intro: The Game]
Ayo, Irv, 'the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas, man?
Talking 'bout I ain't no f*ckin MC
I been at this sh*t for 7 years, n*gga
8 times platinum, n*gga
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
Muthaf*cka, what's up?

[Verse 1: The Game]
Naw, this ain't no f*cking Dre beat, I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the sh*t I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yayo
The new Suge Knight, n*gga, minus the K.O
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, get low like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, f*ck b*tches, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, retarded
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, n*gga, we can get it started
If you ain't Nas or that n*gga on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz & (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my di*k
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t

[Verse 2: The Game]
n*gga I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture the n*gga Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my f*ckin sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go f*ck with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not f*ck with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my b*tch, flying in with them things
My shorty is a 10, that's that singing n*gga, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali is too short
So I might as well find me a borough in New York
[Chorus: Newz & (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my di*k
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t

[Verse 3: The Game]
Man you know, I don't give a f*ck and I don't give a sh*t
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali n*ggas come out and dead those strips
Give a f*ck if you tough n*gga, or you buff n*gga
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff n*ggas
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the f*ck can I say? I grew up a bast*rd
Got sick of the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big sh*t, and I keep my wrist lit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rocks, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four n*ggas better than me? n*gga, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz & (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my di*k
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta sh*t
All the homies go brazy when they bump my sh*t

[Outro: The Game]
Newz!
n*ggas better know what the f*ck they dealin with
When they dealing with the f*ck they dealin with
You dealin with a f*ckin animal, man
Gotti will tell you, n*gga, both the Gottis, n*gga
You can bring John Gotti back too, n*gga
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, n*gga
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, n*gga
When I was running around with P. Diddy in Atlanta, n*gga
Slapping asses, n*gga
Mario Winans know what it is, n*gga
Mix b*tches all up in the height on Peach St., n*gga
Been getting money, n*gga
7 years strong, n*gga
2 platinum albums, n*gga
'Bout to be three
Ay, n*gga that's muthaf*ckin hip hop menage a trios
b*tch!
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