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the game - lousafer (freestyle) lyrics

g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
i’m from the murder capitol where they murder in khaki suits
g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
i’m from the murder capitol where they murder in khaki suits

[verse 1]
’64 impala, 100 spoke daytons
drive in ’95 tryna run away from satan
used to dribble rock as a kid like jason
when my mother was at church every sunday like mason
prayin’ for her baby boy, sittin’ in a lazy boy
like “i’ma beat the sh-t out this crazy boy”
that was ’97, i was in high school
n0body told me my grandmother would die soon
i mean, jesus christ knew
why he ain’t pull me on my pants, let me tell me big momma was fightin’ cancer
four months p-ssed, jesus never answered
so i looked at g-ngb-ngin’ like “uh, i’ma chance it”
red rag in my pocket, cedar block on my neck
for the last seven years i’ve been a prophet of death
and even though i got shot in the chest
i persevered, now jimmy iovine’ name on the bottom of my checks
so it’s g-unit west

[verse 2]
i’ll never forget when my brother died, forget when my cousin died
forget 9/11 when all of them mothers died
so f-ck sadam, bin laden and them other guys
told my baby sister “pray when your brother fly”
and any other n-gga tryna make my mother cry
you will get a grave for that sh-t joe budden tried
you seen high top in colors, right?
we nothing alike, ’cause me, i take motherf-ckas lives
got a thousand n-ggas that wanna ride
and they all follow me like i’m the son of god
so i raise the dead in my songs, spray lead if i’m wrong
but i shall break bread with god till i’m dead and gone

- the game lyrics

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