[Intro: Just Blaze]
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Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
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What yall fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
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Mics and six-fos, nigga
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Ha ha, no more hand claps, please nigga
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Here we go – Just Blaze!
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[Verse 1: The Game]
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To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
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Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
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And I cant forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted
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Snub nose under that Pelle shit
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I love New York, but gangbangin thats L.A. shit
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And Im proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
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Haters you know who you are, you could turn it down, fuck it
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I could shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
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Im gangsta, let the 40 cal blow in public
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More hatred inside my soul than ‘Pac had for Delores Tucker
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Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
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‘Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
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I seen it all through the Range tints
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Got niggas doin life in the state pen
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So I dread like Jamaicans
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If I die for one of my statements
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Then break up the streets of Compton
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Spread my blood in the pavement
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[Chorus: The Game]
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Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
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Get my Reebok deal done or Im stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
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I handle bars, you aint gotta ride a bike
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To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheels
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Lets roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to kill
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Well chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
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For real, nah, Pharrell, I need a track, homie
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Dre we too close, aint no turnin back, homie
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Deal with it, Ima be here for ten years
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Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big, yeah
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Let me paint this picture while you sit here
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Thinkin in the back of your mind, ‘this is the shit, yeah
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I spit for niggas doin 25 on their fifth year
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Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
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Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
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And every nigga who ever helped me to get here
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[Chorus: The Game]
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Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight
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Now three bricks, four bricks, Im drivin upstate
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Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
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Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight
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Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate
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til the Heckler and Koch, leave em chopped up like Freddys face
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Niggas catchin feelings cause Im about millions
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And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest
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You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla
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Put us in the same cage, and Ima have to peel em
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The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
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Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village
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The head honcho, starin out the third story window
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Of my Beverly Hills condo
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Two long-ass Heats, I call em Shaq and Alonzo
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You niggas want me out of L.A., geah, I know
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[Chorus: The Game]
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Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
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Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
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Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
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But when I come through strapped to see whats up
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Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
