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the game – gangstas ride lyrics

[intro: the game]
the motherf-cking originator (haha)
gangstas ride on
gangstas ride on

[verse 1: jaz-o]
worldwide originator and i’m packin’ a 4
motherf-cker going home no more
not a thug but i put you in the rug with a couple of slugs
try the canvas, hoes blow where the white chalk closed door
friends turn enemies stolen ident-ty, can’t get rid of me
i watched the crip game bubble up, and keep the price double up
you got a problem with a marcy n-gga like i would’a knuckle her up
but you know about 1976 a young n-gga gettin’ money
playin’ tripple up i’m the prototype, first one, king of the tricklet
when i first did it twista wasn’t even in the business
knew b.i.g. when he wasn’t even in the business
put the lil’ n-gga jay-z in the business
got a motherf-cker three-way ’till he sh-tless
my style’s hostile, jay’s not the style

[verse 2: the game]
now when the n-ggas gone tough sl1ck when the guns come out
n-ggas see me in og rollin’ on goldies
runnin’ the house paul wall did ya grill open up let me see catch wildin ’em out
n-ggas snitch
six in ya fit it forget it talk sh-t you better live on my n-gga
i’m on the block ’till i get here, ball like the business
i’m raining dollar swap pop big sh-t
10 months while platinum black subtract, take half of that
bring it back now, like an ounce of crack
then put it in a plastic back and call it aftermath
i walk like a gangsta, talk like a gangsta
impala with the cherry-red paint

[chorus: the game]
and them gangstas ride on
(east side, west side c’mon)
and them gangstas ride on
(north side, south side c’mon)

[verse 3: jaz-o]
like tellin’ n-gga couldn’t spill half a gallon
who the f-ck said a man couldn’t be anillin’
back pockets to the concrete for the wrong heat
three bodies at, where the body bags that’s a wrap don’t want them aftermath don’t wanna make’em mawee
’cause i’m so street
been a mack since hawaiian sophie
got ya ice grills with 40 fills, still
act like you know me homie
god will make your… holy
watch me closely
triple [? ]
that’s level baby i’m a [? ] weather baby

[chorus: the game]
and them gangstas ride on
(east side, west side c’mon)
and them gangstas ride on
(north side, south side c’mon)

[verse 4: the game]
n-ggas don’t want it with the bee gees
n-ggas don’t wanna see me ’cause i’m an a-hole
especially when i ride with jaz-o in a continental t with the -ss low
what you got your foot on the gas for
we get dat doe
climb through the window
and run through the back door
black out with the mack out
blast four blast four more
originator give em what they ask for

[verse 5: jaz-o]
enemies i murder ’em
i hurry like i bury ’em
walk through your hood with my two blocks on
i’m in my new shoes with my new socks on
shine like a diamond get your blue blocks on
jaz-o, stupid motherf-cker, not shawn
never been blast on a 2pac song
the originator, double time creator
too fast

[hook: the game]
and them gangstas ride on
(east side, west side c’mon)
and the gangstas ride on
(north side, south side c’mon)
and the gangstas ride on

- the game lyrics

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