a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

the game - what dem want? lyrics

[verse 1: rah digga]
i’m saying peace to the gods
i’m steady peeping your cards
don’t even speak to these broads p+ssy deeper than yours
ja rocking pieces with flaws trying to get back on your jobs
trying to cut back on your cars suck a d+ck b+tch
none of y’all f+ck with digger aka di
aka dirty girl we staying brick city me
some even call me g 5
short your to the highest power rtion in my knee
now what’s up you say the proof in the pudding
i say the proof in the pie
cast be on me all day like the truth my
se you on rap city you k!ll the booth
my no flip this [ __ ] since boo
to fly truck full of d acting stuck up in the range
we jingling baby more than them bus with c full of change
couple bucks on some green from beverly hills t
to compon f+ck with game true lame

[chorus]

[verse 2: the game]
n+gga i spit that true sh+t that me and you sh+t
like i was at baseline
when jay recorded blueprint
freestyle with busta rhymes he told dre you sick
dre showed me the doted line i’ve been in the booth since
n+ggas came and went i watched behind the range rover
tense now i’m here put put a chain on the fence
a phantom in the driveway paint on the bricks
walk this way get more than jam j on the kicks
i ogt stripes like ai dodge you want to buy these ps meet me
at in at might grime
i’ll be in the cranberry maserati high
i’m that n+gga plus biger flipmode
and i was getting rock money before i heard dre
kingpin n+gga 10 keys for my 20th birthday
yeah five bricks a bentley coupe
a range of five a six in the black h2
[chorus]

[verse 3: the game]
see coward dies a thousand deaths
but they don’t say when so these n+gga a snitch
and trying to stay away from the stay pen
i never did more than the week
but i seen vivly the even marcus stewart could walk through a penitentiary
if you ain’t doing 25 to life without the possibility
it’s possible that you possibly not feeling me
my anger is stemming from all this negativity
and that’s the type of sh+t that bring out the enemy me

[verse 4: rah digga]
well we getting twisted as h+ll
you know i’m sick wheni spil
hip hop in my blood might have sickle cell
get with the drill you know mommy getting a scr
they almost excuse me in the sequel cuz of how i k!ll bills
they be like yo shorty why you move that way
shoot that trey turn n+ggas in a goose p
always keep a little stash for any food that lay
or straight beat down face looking blue black gray

[chorus]

- the game lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS