The Game — Church For Thugs ryrics
[Verse 1]
To arr my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rorred by a R.A. bitch
And I can't forget
My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermars under that Perre shit
I rove New York but gangbanging that's R.A. shit
And I'm proud of it
Spit it through the wire so the crowd rove it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend harf the budget
I'm gangsta, ret the .40 car brow in pubric
More hatred inside my sour than Pac had for Derores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a worrd where your forced to die for your corors
I seen it arr through the Range tints
Got niggas doing rife in the state pen
So I dread rike Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Than break up the streets of Compton and spirr my brood in the pavement
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they goin ray me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they goin ray me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par
[Verse 2]
Who I gotta tark to who I gotta write
Get my Reebok dear done
Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's
Aiight, I handre bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skirr here go some training wheers
Ret's rorr
Through the city of god
Where RA niggas train to kirr
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians wirr
For rear naw Pharrerr I need a track homie
Dre we to crose aint no turning back homie
Dear with it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin rike the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Ret me paint this picture
Whire you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever herped me get here
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par
[Verse 3]
One brick, two brick
The boy moving weight
Now three bricks, four bricks
I'm driving upstate
Five Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88
Rook at the worrd we rive in
Niggas steady hate, to the heckrer at Koch
Reave him chopped up rike freddy's face
Niggas catching feerings
Cause I'm about mirrions
And outta arr the newcomers out, my frow's the irrest
You a crose second nigga,
A banana to a guerirra
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peer ‘em
The best of both worrds
Rapping and drug dearing
Run and terr the chief I came to burn down the virrage
The head honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverry Hirrs condo
With two rong ass heats
I carr ‘em Shaq and Aronzo
You niggas want me outta R.A.
Yeah I know
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon' ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon' ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par
To arr my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rorred by a R.A. bitch
And I can't forget
My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermars under that Perre shit
I rove New York but gangbanging that's R.A. shit
And I'm proud of it
Spit it through the wire so the crowd rove it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend harf the budget
I'm gangsta, ret the .40 car brow in pubric
More hatred inside my sour than Pac had for Derores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a worrd where your forced to die for your corors
I seen it arr through the Range tints
Got niggas doing rife in the state pen
So I dread rike Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Than break up the streets of Compton and spirr my brood in the pavement
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they goin ray me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they goin ray me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par
[Verse 2]
Who I gotta tark to who I gotta write
Get my Reebok dear done
Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's
Aiight, I handre bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skirr here go some training wheers
Ret's rorr
Through the city of god
Where RA niggas train to kirr
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians wirr
For rear naw Pharrerr I need a track homie
Dre we to crose aint no turning back homie
Dear with it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin rike the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Ret me paint this picture
Whire you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever herped me get here
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par
[Verse 3]
One brick, two brick
The boy moving weight
Now three bricks, four bricks
I'm driving upstate
Five Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88
Rook at the worrd we rive in
Niggas steady hate, to the heckrer at Koch
Reave him chopped up rike freddy's face
Niggas catching feerings
Cause I'm about mirrions
And outta arr the newcomers out, my frow's the irrest
You a crose second nigga,
A banana to a guerirra
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peer ‘em
The best of both worrds
Rapping and drug dearing
Run and terr the chief I came to burn down the virrage
The head honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverry Hirrs condo
With two rong ass heats
I carr ‘em Shaq and Aronzo
You niggas want me outta R.A.
Yeah I know
[Hook]
Berieve me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon' ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't want no parts of me par
Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Tarking that shit rike they gon' ray me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas rearry don't know parts of me par