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the game – death penalty lyrics


death penalty
(feat. fabolous, eric bellinger & slim thug)

for not being who you claim
you get found guilty
2 counts of bein lame
you get found guilty
the charge of f-ckin up the game
you get found guilty
real n-gg-s sentence you
dead penalty

lets get back to this real sh-t
we ride no pump breaks
errbody takin like they the shooters
mann i ain’t goin for them pump fakes
these n-gg-s is crump cakes
wish they would say some snake
get banged on like the treble makes
the dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake
these n-gg-s in my lane
lob city in these streets
jesus piece on my chain
need god with me in these streets
i went through h-ll to get to where heaven is
lucy in that red dress lookin devilish
scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish
if she ain’t ridin shotty ak 47 is
shorty came to me when she left her man
i looked at her and said you sumthin else
but the best way to get over sumbody
is gettin under sumone else
on that note i’m in that 1,2,3 pin that
baby tellin me i’m the best i b yellin i been that
in the club half a pill and a full clip
get a deal on a rose no bullsh-t

there goes ghost
i’m in that mothaf-cka like pacman
n-gg-s talkin about robin i ain’t goin for that batman
king of diamonds like super sunday
100 thou for that lap dance
see straight thorugh you p-ssy n-gg-s
i call that a cat scan
and on that note we in here
pink coroc pr-nto
my gun throw bullets like payton manning
my chic walk around wit that bronco
extend the clip in that conso
2 mill for that condo
we gon shot for that green
i ain’t talkin no rondo
n-gg- tryin to say that i ain’t a g
i point it at him said you sumthin else
see these basketb-lls wife all around my table?
we bout to swim through em like mike phelps
now pop open that tin pac
your life savings i spend that
n-gg-s fan of my instagram
beggin me for their b-tch back
sendin treats to my b m
tryin to hack my email
n-gg-s wisperin to themselves
all huddled up like females
your b-tch about to be detailed
i ain’t sparin no details
she choked up like sprewell
i drop her off in the v12 (niceeee)
ridin around wit that houston rocket
keep all that of that jeremy lin sh-t in yo pocket

[chorus 2x]

[slim thug]
i’m goin back to cali
i’m goin back to cali
i’m out of drank and dro so i’m goin back to cali
i need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces
couple pounds of that kush i ain’t the only one getting wasted
smoke a lil, sell the rest ima hustla baby
gotta invest get mine plus interest
you n-gg-s still ain’t winiing yet
i just sold my 4th bentley
then i got that photo porche
bout to switch it up for the summa
thinkin bout that electric hummer
strapped up got extra armor
in case a hatin n-gg- wanna play
everythang i rep a 100
you could check my resume
they don’t make em like me no more
they don’t make a miss t no more
i don’t see too many g’s
i jus see a bunch of cp 4’s
lets get back to that real sh-t
that pac big that ugk kinda trill sh-t
east west and the south
if you see a fake n-gg- point em out (point em out)


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