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the game - hurricane (freestyle) lyrics

keep the cashbox in the stash box
u know i stay with a fat knot
flow fill the streets like crack rocks
got em greasier than a big mac box
g unit played out, like throwbacks & flattops
n+ggas mad cuz i ain’t wanna go at lox
banks crying, cuz dre gave me first dibs on beats
n+gga even if u had got ill beats
your flow still put n+ggas to sleep
n0body wanna hear that g+y ass sh+t
lit y’all cats up like the las vegas strip
christopher lloyd aka fake lupe fiasco
you ain’t no plk, you got a g+y ass flow
trying to be conscious, you garbage
i put the glock to your noggin
unlike your boss i really be mobbing
have you waking up coughing in a coffin
fronting online like you flossing and balling
but when we was out dining, your card kept declining
how your name banks and your pockets not brolic?
n+gga u can never outshine me or outrhymе me
your boss a rat, so of course he don’t wanna supply cheesе
ain’t no cold corner, my bars is fuego
ask jimmy,i’m a outlaw like django
in the lambo, peach colored mango
i’ma remain dope, n+gga you gonna stay broke
dumb n+gga spent his last dollar on a statue of liberty chain
then ran and got a sugar daddy, out here giving n+ggas brain
i buried g unit remains, black wallstreets the game
you holla southside jamaica but they don’t even f+ck with you lames
g unot n+gga…

- the game lyrics

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