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game - blood of christ lyrics

we gonna let this motherf-cker breathe for a minute
it’s still aftermath, it’s still aftermath, yea
now when i said we gon’ let this motherf-cker breathe
i meant this motherf-cking beat is dead
we gonna preform cpr to bring that motherf-cker back to life
now let that motherf-cker breathe

compton’s my city
that motherf-cker ain’t never pretty
gave pac life then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
get motherf-ckers that killed biggie

notoriouses, bring that benz in
i’m about a dollar, n-gg- f-ck 50 cent
i heard tony yayo can’t pay the rent
i heard lloyd banks can’t pay the rent
i beat the g-unit out of 40 glocc
sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot
iphone in my hand doing the forty whop
that n-gg- looked up and thought he saw 40 pacs
looking out of my window i see forty cops
trying to serve me that subpoena, i’m on this xbox
2 chainz voice, smoking that wiz khalifa
somebody p-ss to waka flocka, let me spit this ether
yeah yeah yeah, till it blow the speaker
from eating reese’s pieces to pulling guns out
for that little caesar’s pizza
all the way to jacking n-gg-s for their jesus pieces
i’m god to you b-tch -ss n-gg-s
put that on matthew, paul and peter

compton’s my city
that motherf-cker ain’t never pretty
gave pac life then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
get motherf-ckers that killed biggie

f-ck with me, f-ck with me
f-ck with me, n-gg- you stuck with me
forever and ever and ever
shyne po ain’t rich, shyne po
all the way in belize with kendrick’s d-ck in his throat
good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city
nothing from compton could ever be trash
you hear that n-gg- voice sound like a d-ck in his -ss
he reminiscing of compton n-gg-s b-tch in prison
used to be christian, now that n-gg- jew
can’t step foot in america so what he gone do
p. diddy’s stuntman, jackie chan your -ss through
hood p-ss revoked, get your f-cking brains blew
blood on that yarmulke, now you really piru
soon as they killed biggie that man became you
but you couldn’t become him
cause you were shooting at the roof

compton’s my city
that motherf-cker ain’t never pretty
gave pac life then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
then motherf-ckers that killed biggie
get motherf-ckers that killed biggie

i always wondered why puff wasn’t in that truck
i said, i always wondered why puff wasn’t in that truck
let that beat breathe, let that b-tch breathe
this my motherf-cking city
five motherf-cking alb-ms
the doc-mentary, cl-ssic
doctor’s advocate, cl-ssic
everything in between that sh-t
and jesus piece, cl-ssic

- game lyrics

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