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the game - ima maniac lyrics

[intro]
d-mn it’s 1 a.m. already huh
sh-t e.p, you ain’t lost a motherf-cking beat since that doctor’s advocate intro, sh-t sound crazy, piano keys, 808 drums
oh sh-t what the f-ck was that? ray charles on some gangsta sh-t

[chorus]
i’m a maniac n-ggas tryna steal my shine
i gotta warn you not to cross that line
’cause i’m a motherf-cking maniac
n-gga, it’s about that time to introduce em to that new tech nine
my momma told me i’m a maniac
don’t trust me n-gga, ’cause i don’t trust me n-gga
i’m motherf-cking maniac
so don’t trust me n-gga, cause i don’t trust me n-gga

[verse 1]
i’m f-cking insane, glock 45, put it to my own brain
blow the sh-t out, come back, that’s why they call me game
yeah i’m loco, got you rap n-ggas in a choke hold
jermaine dupri–ss-n-ggas always rappin so-so
always on my d-ck, jockin’ my car, jockin’ my b-tch
westside, i’m on that gangsta sh-t
after snoop there will be no more, except for me
i snuck in dr. dre’s kitchen and stole the recipe
cook crack on these dope -ss beats
i got heat like pacino, lyrical -ss-ssin, there will be no
more beefin’ with these corny -ss rap n-ggas
k!ll a n-gga on your song never bust a gat, n-gga
yelling out ceelo never shot a crack, n-gga
heard one jeezy verse now you a trap n-gga?
2 cl-ssic albums, 8 times plat, n-gga
hip hop’s new blood, check the stats, n-gga

[verse 2]
i only been gone 5 months
now ray j f-cking whitney and bobby with superhead
call nas tell him hip hop is super dead
i had to fall back, try to desolve rap
mix a cl-ssic with bakin’ soda what you call that?
n-ggas cut my legs off and watch me crawl back
hip-hop king with a la dodgers ball cap
who can f-ck with me, go buck for buck with me?
listenin’ to my rhymes waitin on me to say f-ck [50], haha
it ain’t gon happen n-gga, hip hop done went soft
a million dollars every time i slap a n-gga
you n-ggas know me, to take it from a og
no more f-ck you, back to sayin’ f-ck tha police
i stay on that motherf-ckin’ straight outta compton
nwa sh-t, hip-hop need a facelift
face it, take em’ back to the basics
especially since i rode in on dr. dre hits

[outro]
sh-t man, i’m dope as a m-th-f-cker
i’m so dope n-ggas should put my skinny -ss in one of those f-cking bottles and put a red top on it and sell me
name yo’ price, f-ck it, i’m crack
skee! e.p
black wall street n-ggas, sh-t
the next f-ckin’ album gon’ be crazy as sh-t
listen, shoutout to dj khaled, cool & dre and ’em
these my n-ggas
and you, you? you dirty f-ckin’ rat?! you a b-tch

- the game lyrics

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