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the game - died too soon lyrics

i don’t do much, sit on the block in that lavendar range
waitin’ for fiends, p-ss ’em the caine, y’all n-ggas is lame
y’all don’t really want beef with the game
give ’em a hundred thou, ease his pain
you don’t ride through the ‘hood, motherf-cker that ain’t your navy 6
all you do is drive jay-z’s sh-t
n-gga you ain’t hardcore, n-gga you ain’t never won no awards
only stood behind dame when he was thankin’ the lord
you a f-g, n-gga you know your rhymes ain’t ill
and state property’ the closest you ever been to a mill
you ain’t hot with that wack -ss album you dropped
the whole roc know beans came and took your spot
you a joke, tax write off for russell and hov
why you think they keep you around when you only went gold
whoo kidd let him know who put the b-i in b-tch, f-ggot
couldn’t sell a record with t.i. and trick daddy
n-gga talkin’ that sh-t, i crush him
and this ain’t got nothin’ to do with quik and busta

- the game lyrics

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