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The Game - f-cked Up The Game - f-cked Up | | [Hook: Game]
These n-ggas got me f-cked up These n-ggas got me, I think These n-ggas got me f-cked up
[Verse 1: Game]
I be on the block with that chrome boy, Postin' up with my home boy Leanin' on the 2 tone boy, What you want for them zones boy 10-5, 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little more Take a shot of that 'tron boy, bag it up and then gone boy They givin' [?] out, watch yourself on that phone boy They gave me seven [?], mama singing that song boy We gettin' money baby, we gettin' cash money Stuntin' like im Birdman, sittin' on my cash 120 on the dash, 4 [?] on the wheeeeels Paper stacking too long boy, blowing cheech and that chong boy Better watch that tone boy, headshots to that dome boy
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Menace:]
Think a n-gga trip the way I walk around Gotta keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down Gotta keep them b-tches on my d-ck then I bring [?] around Paper stash gon' break em down, f-ck 'em hard don't make a sound I'm all about that trap boy, ride around with that pisto Gotta keep the b-tch in my lap boy, hater n-ggas, come get ya Made my n-ggas [?], my n-ggas clean, we do it [?], try to intervene Thats suicide f-ckin' with my team, I'm blowing clouds and I'm 'bout the cream Yeah, and I'm bout that sh-t, we full of chips, and I'm [?] hoes Y'all full of sh-t, not s-ckin' the O's, I'm too legit and I'm tippin' 4's Niggas really want it, b-tches lookin' silly for it Really kill the n-ggas for it, n-ggas lookin' real important
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Game:]
Say boy, ever had a b-tch all up in your crib Stickin' that d-ck all up in the ribs Then she tell f-ck n-ggas where you live And now they all up in your sh-t Flippin' matresses over, turnin' couches sideways They thinkin' crime pays Got a choppa For the n-ggas that don't understand how the f-ck we ope--rate and anyway get back on top of my paper chase Kush burnin', smell the dragon, 29's, been had 'em N-ggas take shots, then runnin' high We'll find their ass, Bin Ladin Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, better watch your block boy Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue, I'm gone of that Ciroc boy Clipped up to that pop boy, holdin' on to that knot boy Palms grippin' that Glock boy, we comin' back for them yachts boy
[Hook x2] |
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