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letra de nice - the game

(feat. newz)

ayo, irv, ‘the f-ck is wrong with these n-gg-s, man?
talking ’bout i aint no f-ckin mc
i been at this sh-t for 7 years, n-gg-
8 times platinum, n-gg-
2 bentleys, 1 lambo and 3 houses later
muthaf-cka, what’s up?

[verse 1]
naw, this aint no f-cking dre beat, i got this from irv gotti
game back on the sh-t i’m enemies with e’rybody
game cook crack, transform to yeyo
the new suge knight, n-gg-, minus the k.o.
i keep it candy like mariah, i’m so fire
when step it in the club, “get low” like flo rida
cus i’m a pimp, you can tell by the limp
when i st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
you see my rims? they bigger than bow wow
get money, f-ck b-tches, that’s what i’m about now
the phantom, ugly, the bentley, r-t-rded
the kicks still chuck taylors, the jacket is a starter
i beg your pardon, n-gg-, we can get started
if you aint nas or that n-gg- on third carter
my happy face is kenneth supreme mug shot
when it go down, who goin’ stop the blood clot?

[chorus: newz (the game)]
throw yo hands up it’s that gangsta sh-t
all the homies go crazy when they b-mp my sh-t
go ahead and hate on my click
got a couple words for you n-gg-, suck my d-ck
you strapped? (that’s right)
gang bangin? (for life)
a little drama (that’s life)
hit ’em up (nice)
it’s that gangsta sh-t
all the homies go crazy when they b-mp my sh-t

[verse 2]
n-gg- i’m a throw back, you already know that
got swag and i’m street, picture the n-gg- hov’ strapped
and it’s the rock right in my f-ckin sock
die for my chain, why?
so i can go f-ck with pac
before i go, i shoot it out with the cops
hit one for sean bell then bleed on the block, yeah
like big did, i play with toys like a big kid
got a snub nose, call it big tig
you art not f-ck with game, he crazy
and the bars comin’ straight outta compton, baby
my 16’s mean, you know what i mean
headed to the airport, my flow flying in from queens
accompanied by my b-tch, flying in with them things
my shorty is a 10, that’s that singing n-gg-, dream
the life of gangsta in cali, is to short
so i might as well find me a borrow in new york

[verse 3]
man you know, i don’t give a f-ck and i don’t give a sh-t
any drama, i’m locked on like a red-nose pit
keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
have some cali n-gg-s come out and dead those strips
give a f-ck if you tuff n-gg-, or you buff n-gg-
my 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it’ll snuff n-gg-s
hop out the truck with the gun so long
let the bullets jump out and ask, “what’s going on?”
what the f-ck can i say? i grew up a b-st-rd
got sick in the impala so i threw up a aston
i pop big sh-t, and i keep my wrist slit
my entourage shine like the diamond district
i got a rolex, a real big rolex
with so many rock, the africans is trying to protest
bully of the block, why? cus they got me top 5
there’s four n-gg-s better than me? n-gg-, stop lyin!

newz!
n-gg-s better know what the f-ck they dealin with
when they dealing with the f-ck they dealin with
you dealin with a f-ckin animal, man
gotti will tell you, n-gg-, both the gottis, n-gg-
you can bring john gotti back too, n-gg-
he’ll tell you, man
i’m gangsta, n-gg-
i was murda inc. before anything, man
black wall street, murda inc., man
before there was a dr. dre there was a irv gotti, n-gg-
when i was running around with p. diddy in atlanta, n-gg-
slapping -sses, n-gg-
mario ?? know what it is, n-gg-
mix b-tches all up in the height on peach st., n-gg-
been getting money, n-gg-
7 years strong, n-gg-
2 platinum alb-ms, n-gg-
’bout to be three
ay, n-gg- that’s m-th-f-ckin hip hop menage a trios
b-tch!

- the game

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