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The Game - The Town The Game - The Town | | [Verse 1]
Back on the block, n-gga, chains on the rocks, n-gga Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, n-gga Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask! This is body bag sh-t, that open the bag spliff Coke in your lungs, a muthaf-ckin monster is what I’ve become Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so.. Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll knock you n-ggas down Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n-gga King, mayor, all that. N-ggas better fall back Bullets in your ballcap. P-*-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat Red Album, b-tch, everything else all-black Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat Red Album, n-gga, everything else all-black
[Hook]
N-ggas keep saying that they run this town They don’t run this town, n-gga I run this town N-ggas keep playing when we come around I run them down, they wanted now
N-ggas keep saying that they run this town They don’t run this town, n-gga I run this town N-ggas keep playing I hunt em down Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 2]
N-ggas better break bread and n-ggas better play dead I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head Everything’s straight red: my b-tch, my car, the tip of my cigar My Philly hat, my scarf Y’all n-ggas pushing light weight Ryan Russell n-ggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face The f-cking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, n-gga, Mike Jake 4th album, cause I do my sh-t the right way And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day I’mma have a nice b-tch sitting in the white 6 Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars il Bout to f-ck the world up, n-gga, I’m an oil spil In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso, bitch But I draw stee
[Hook]
N-ggas keep saying that they run this town They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town N-ggas keep playing when we come around I run them down, they wanted now
N-ggas keep saying that they run this town They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town N-ggas keep playing I hunt em down Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred round
[Verse 3]
I ain’t never gave no f-ck, why would I start now? I declare war, pulling n-ggas’ cars now And I ain’t gotta f-ck Sarah Palin to lay the law down Birds: knock em all down You could push record now Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound Gun butt a n-gga in the grill, try to floss now I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now Still fuck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now I got magazines inside of magazines Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now Spread my fingers when I chew [?] from Georgetown Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown But if it ain’t a I’m busting with the 4 pounds |
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