[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
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Yeah… yall really want this to happen? (Game time!)
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Cmon! … ARRRRRRRRGH!
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[Verse 1: The Game]
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Homey its hard not to kill niggas; its like a full time job
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Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
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Young California got that mass appeal
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I summons the hood, they get up in yo ass for real
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Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
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And all you niggas pussy, need Massengil
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See Im the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift em off the ground
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Chop em down, like a cantaloupe, My flow the antidote
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Sick flow, its so, motherfuckin six-fo
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Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz ho
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Diss that, all you niggas get up off my dick so
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I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
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Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
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Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain
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And thats the reason why Im shittin on you niggas
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Shut me in the looney bin, Im sicker than you niggas
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[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Where Im from, I seen the most stand up niggas lay down
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Where skinny niggas make buff niggas victims of that trey-pound (Brrr-ah)
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And gangbangers is the sharpshooters, we dont need no rooftops
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Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks
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West Coast niggas is back on the map
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If only for now until the next time I body a track
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From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack
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Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap
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I roll with the hardest niggas, make money with the smartest niggas
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I aint got time for you fuckin artist niggas
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Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga
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Yall army brats Im the motherfuckin sargeant nigga
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Beauty pageant-ass niggas on the runway
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+Boyz N The Hood+ til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai
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Blow his fuckin back out, cause Im the rap Stackhouse
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Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what?
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[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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My flow opposite of handsome, its ugly
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Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer
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One man show cause I fucked all the dancers
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Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
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These niggas let the rumors sit in they head like tumors
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So I had to take em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas
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Clean… mean… rappin machine
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Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans
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I black out like February, back out whats necessary
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Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovines secretary
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Im runnin the buildin, dont make me run in the buildin
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No this aint the first time I had my gun in the buildin
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Walkin past offices I see my son in the buildin
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Last album on the wall Im number one in the buildin
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They should build me an office up under the buildin
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My elevator goin down, I am done in the buildin nigga
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[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
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This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
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Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, lets go!
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[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
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We in the motherfuckin buildin man
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You aint got your motherfuckin mind right?
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You gon get your mind blown out your motherfuckin mind right nigga
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It is what the fuck it is man
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How yall wanna cut the cake?
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You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga
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Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin monster
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Game is in the motherfuckin buildin
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We could turn this whole motherfuckin world red nigga
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Bitch!
