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letra de 100 - the game

[intro: the game]
real n-gga sh-t
other night at your crib, it was like me, black, 40, ob
we just sittin’ there talkin’ ’bout life
played some beats, but i forgot to tell you one thing

[verse 1: the game]
n-ggas called me to set you up
want me to come and wet you up
’cause you a out of town n-gga like biggie
heard about the sh-t with diddy
so i came through to vest you up
and i got a vest for 40, a vest for hush
a vest for every n-gga with an owl on his chest and what
i got l.a. unified
you better off committin’ suicide, teachers ain’t testin’ us
see, i know how it feel to be platinum-plus
n-ggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
tax you up, but it’s ovo/blood money
n-gga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
dawg, fame is a motherf-cker
do a n-gga four favors when you can’t do the fifth
how soon they forget?
run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like fif’
how a n-gga s’posed to love you n-ggas?
heart beatin’ fast when i dap and when i hug you n-ggas
drake told me not to trust you n-ggas
your energy off, you’re finicky, i rush you n-ggas
just walkin’ ’round the crib like, “why a n-gga can’t live?”
get this money, f-ck these b-tches though
thinkin’ ’bout the beef like:
“we can p-ss these mothaf-ckin’ straps like a physical”
this my city, n-gga, everybody know it
ridin’ ’round town, just me and my four pound
tucked in my tom fords, hopin’ i ain’t gotta show it
l.a. n-ggas be the craziest, these n-ggas do some shady sh-t
n-ggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
like the lil wayne and baby sh-t, 40, i’m f-cked up

[chorus: drake & the game]
y’all better not come to my studio with that fake sh-t
y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh-t
y’all better off realizin’ there’s nothin’ that y’all could do wit’ me
all i ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
l.a. n-ggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid
l.a., all i ever asked is one hunnid
l.a., l.a. n-ggas be the craziest, one hunnid
all i ever asked is one

[verse 2: drake]
thank me later, thanks for nothin’, thanks for bluffin’
thank you so, so much for wearin’ your true colors
to every single f-ckin’ function
had n-ggas tell me to my face how we were family
and how they love me while they were skimmin’ off the budget
now, when i see ’em, they’re the ones that’s actin’ funny
people been reachin’ out to me
and i’m on some straight unresponsive sh-t
i would have so many friends
if i didn’t have money, respect and accomplishments
i would have so many friends
if i held back the truth and i just gave out compliments
i would have all of your fans
if i didn’t go pop and i stayed on some conscious sh-t
i would have so many more friends
if i lost my success and my confidence
i’m in the club every time that they play the compet-tion
if they even play the compet-tion and i seen the response they get
yeah, n0body’s even hearin’ it, on top of the pyramid
might go to jamaica, disappear again
my circle got so small that it’s a period, sayin’ to myself

[verse 3: the game]
miss 4 cent, that was my real n-gga
held a n-gga down since he was a lil’ n-gga
if he was still alive, he would k!ll n-ggas
he was lil’ snupe, i was meek mill
n-ggas know how it feel when you missin’ your n-gga though
can’t think, so you roll up that indigo
stressin’ while drivin’ down figuero’
blowin’ kush clouds until his ghost is in my ghost, d-mn
make a real n-gga wanna give his life to god like, “here it go”
screamin’ frog name at the clouds, they don’t hear me though
guess they too busy with 2pac and biggie though
you n-ggas don’t feel me though
that was on suge’s watch, i’ll take suge’s watch
you dissin’ drizzy, that’s cool, but don’t come to my city though
not even to h-town
so underground that i gotta be a trill n-gga
strapped up from the waist down
that’s word to pimp c, j prince is my real n-gga
sh-t was so simple when henchman was out
he had a young n-gga right there with meech
so happy when bleu davinci got out
we came up on these california streets
l.a. n-ggas be the craziest, these n-ggas do some shady sh-t
n-ggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
like the lil wayne and baby sh-t
got a n-gga confused, but why a n-gga gotta choose?
don’t even matter, dawg, cause i’ma always be a real n-gga
always be a real n-gga
i never learned how to be nothin’ but a real n-gga

- the game

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