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the game - the town lyrics

[verse 1 – the game]
back on the block n-gga, chains on the rocks n-gga
used to move yay, i should throw up the roc n-gga
back with the doc, so i just throw up the ‘math
eight, two fingers down, get the ski mask
this is body bag sh-t, that open the bag spliff
c0ke in your lung, a m-th-f-ckin monster is what i’ve become
bars hotter than pablo escobar’s stove
got the venice queensbridge escobar flow, so
brat! brat! brat!
50 rounds’ll knock you n-ggas down, ben affleck from the town this is my town n-gga. king, mayor, all that
n-ggas better fall back or bullets in your gallbladder
p-u-s-s-y: that’s what i call cats
hardcore, die today if it brought biggie smalls back
eyes low, 7 5/8, black wall hat
r.e.d. album, b-tch, everything else all black
eyes low, 7 5/8, black wall hat
r.e.d. album, n-gga, everything else all black

[hook]
n-ggas keep saying that they run this town
they don’t run this town, n-gga i run this town
n-ggas keep playing when we come around
yeah i run ’em down, they wanted now
n-ggas keep saying that they run this town
they don’t run this town, n-gga i run this town
n-ggas keep playing, i hunt ’em down
gun ’em down, get a hundred rounds from me

[verse 2 – the game]
n-ggas better break bread and n-ggas better play dead
i step in front of the beam and take it off of dre head
everything’s straight red: my b-tch, my car, the tip of my cigar
my philly hat, my scarf
y’all n-ggas pushing light weight
bryon russell -ss n-ggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in mike face
the f-cking booth is in danger, ain’t a mic safe
mike bibby, mike vick, n-gga, mike jake
4th album, cause i do my sh-t the right way
and like dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
i’mma have a nice b-tch sitting in the white 6
coldest rapper alive: i write with a ice pick
and i write sick, meaning that my bars ill
f-ck the world up, n-gga, i’m a oil spill
in the 4-wheel, paint job orange peel
not like pic-sso b-tch, but i draw steel

[verse 3 – the game]
i ain’t never gave no f-ck, why would i start now?
everytime i get on the track, it’s black hawk down
i declare war, pullin’ n-ggas’ cards now
and i ain’t gotta f-ck sarah palin to lay the law down
birds: knock em all down, you could push record now
used to ball like chris paul, i’m john wall now
still bang dogg pound, i don’t like how y’all sound
gun-b-tt a n-gga in the grill, try to floss now
i set the bridge on fire, try to cross now
still f-ck benzino, i don’t care who run the source now
i got magazines inside of magazines
walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
k!ll the drums cuz the track is a corpse now
spread my fingers when i shoot, kyle watson, georgetown
think it’s a movie then its a.i, georgetown
but if it ain’t a court ’round, i’m bustin’ with the 4 pound

- the game lyrics

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