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the game - pistol grip pump (ras kass & ma$e diss) lyrics

[intro: the game]
d strong you a fool for this one

[chorus: the game sample]
(the west coast don), (aftermath)
([?] west coast)

[verse 1: the game]
get your fitted+cap clapped asap when the k clap
you be [?] [?] with your hairline way back
look at your man lay flat with his face cracked
you ain’t ready to die, well why you ain’t say that?
now you all tied up in that maybach
flyin’ off a cliff in a ocean (f+ckin’ [?]) with no way back
i’m in the 40/40 club where jay at
all the b+tches fightin’ over me like a dre track
they wanna know if my album got a dre track, ask at thе wrong time, b+tch, get your face smackеd
like ras kass when it’s payback
if hip hop is a farm then i’m a needle in a haystack
and everything that clown spit is straight wack
like when i first heard 50 brought ma$e back
diddy knew he was trash and told him “take that”
how you go from doin’ the holy ghost to the a smack
f+ckin’ f+ggot
[chorus: the game sample & juice]
(you already know who it is)
(it’s your man juice)
(the heir to black wall dynasty, let’s get it in)

[verse 2: juice]
let me tell why brick city respect the kid
i got the hottest wordplay out that’s next to big
blessed with [?], you trip, disconnect yo ribs
got a state of k!llers on deck to test your wig
not a game
when you play with my sk!lls, there’s two things i love in this life, my dough and my sells, i keep my [?] coat
and my case low, with my face low, match to the whip to my [?] and my bankroll
must i remind ya? juice a grinder, and a rida
out for that million dollar time or
lotta n+ggas turn snake when sh+t get stick
that’s why the real homies just ride in the return b+tch, it’s a [?]
listen, now peep
keep your money on your mind don’t sell it for no weak sh+t
mad about paper when the heat is upon
let’s see how real y’all n+ggas is when the weapons is drawn, b+tch
[chorus: the game sample juice]
(yeah)

[verse 3: juice]
yo, i solemnly swear to plead the oath and stand at the cross, to spread the gospel to the streets, get respect as a boss
promise to speak that flame, hit that fame
young juice, motherf+cker, reggie bush of the game
i’m the human highlight, spittin’ real in the flesh
give a f+ck about you n+ggas, i’m conceited, who’s next?
a lotta fakes have tried and all don’ failed
ya’ll don’ drop them bogus albums [?] [?] [?] our sh+ll
i’ma tell you like this, homie, juice the name
you could slide right between jeezy and wayne
you could flip the other coin and say t.i., game
i spit ether through speakers, respect me the same
i’m the truth to my city and the heart of the town
not tryna be the king but heard i’m fit for the crown
from a state called the zone that’s unknown
i’m ’bout to walk into the league and bring a victory home, b+tch
[chorus: the game sample]

- the game lyrics

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