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the game – red bandana lyrics

not! -echoing-
blackwall street
the game
beach boy
charli baltimore (he wears a red bandana)
rockstar
we are the black gang
free shye
mother f-ckers! (he wears a red bandana)

[chorus]
on the front of murder dog (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world know (he wears a)
every n-gg- in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he wears a)
even my crip n-gg-s know (he wears a red bandana)

[verse 1]
chea chea
dear god let me clense my soul/ throw away all the rims and the gold/
o no i can’t do that/ do i love god? true dat/ but i got a gun so move back/
im loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle ridin on low pros/
im a renegade ride with the 44/ been a g-ngb-nger all my life, f-ck the popo/
i aint never been a c-cky kid/ know they could kill me if they shot pac and big/
but i let my bandana hang/ in the city of angles we g-ngb-ng/
i move that chronic and yayo/ way before i met 50, banks, buck and yayo/
ask eminem, even dr. dre know/ i put one in last ten in the range rov/
used to push that rock like jay hov/ you better lay low when the ak blow/
or get wings and a halo/ run to the hood and tell em im the n-gg- they gotta pray for/
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/
i said run to the hood and tell em im the n-gg- they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low

[chorus]
on the front of murder dog (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world knows (he wears a)
every n-gg- in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he wears a)
even my crip n-gg-s know (he wears a red bandana)

[verse 2]
chea chea
im a g-ngb-nger don’t get it f-cked up/ you aint never bang, you aint never laces chucks up/
so how the f-ck you gon criticize me/ i aint the reason n-gg-s is bangin the nyc/
makin bullsh-t threats on the m.i.c./ i don’t wake up in cold sweats when i sleep/
i live comfortably/ with a red rag tied around the 45 in case n-gg- try to come for me/
mad cause i started my own company/ i don’t know what the f-ck n-gg-s want from me/
except something for free/ before the doc-mentary dropped, you b-tch n-gg-s wasn’t b-mpin me/
and to some degree/ i gotta keep that 4-5th under me/ i don’t run from beef/
it’s either c-ck back, squeeze, or be underneath/ cause im from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother died before i was multi/ wasn’t raised right cause my parents was both high/
high off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train/
mama told me i was the future, and one day i’ll be fly like soul plane/
just don’t bang/ but back then, i’d do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold chain/
n-gg-s always got something to say/ like they aint never b-mped n.w.a./
punk n-gg-s talk sh-t, but when they need hits they swallow their f-cking pride and come runnin to dre/
n-gg-s come to la when they need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody jesus walks/
bush killed more n-gg-s in the towers then g-ngb-nging ever did, that’s why they need new york/

[outro]
yeah mother f-ckers
chuck taylor
o you thought i forgot about that alias huh
im going back to my roots
g-unit is dead
as a staff, a record label, and a mother f-ckin group
your clothes can’t sell
your shoes are straight garbage
your movies suck!
chicken little killed you n-gg-
hahahaha -echos-
how you like it n-gg-
i took yo style
i aint doin no third verse
imma just talk to you n-gg-
like you do when you get mad at me cause you can’t f-ck with me lyrically mother f-cker!!!
you gon do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks
you like the rap linsey lohan you f-ckin f-ggot
write 8 bars about me n-gg-
i do this sh-t all day 50!
curtis jackson
boo boo
marcus…snitch
black wall street c. e. o. mother f-ckas!
hurricanes in stores december 26th
stop snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th
it’s a tell all n-gg-
wait till my movie come out
im glad it aint based on my life
with that knock off 8 mile sh-t
you could never be eminem mother f-cker
you aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or pac
and in the modern day…today, tomorrow, next week
you can’t f-ck with the game n-gg-!
out

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