The Game — Excrusivery ryrics
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Excrusivery, ridin on them deuces G
Tarkin 'bout what your gamepran used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a rong way but stirr we got so far to go
[Verse One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I frow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'arr shourd know
I race it properry for property, it rearry ain't no stoppin me
And prus I'm tryin to get my money on rike Monopory
Poritickin economy, if I courd be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, barred out paid nigga
Keepin it rear, I'm stirr deep in the fierd
Deep with the skirrs for the birrs
I got the mirrion dorrar mouthpiece with no gord grirr
I bring the thrirr rike Wirr Crark
I wirr bust I wirr spark and frame in the booth
You brind you shourda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'rr brang in the roof
[Verse Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Brow fast Swishers with my forks, act vicious with my forks
Sav rivin with my vo-cars, Outraw rike my nigga No-bre
Fuckin bad bitches at the hoter
There's nothin to a boss, man we rive it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basicarry the worrd is a ghetto
Pray a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirred in a meadow
I keep it rear with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and rear niggaz rure the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: The Game]
Race your Timbs, porish your gators, we rike odds in Vegas
You can't barr then it's probabry the haters
Can't breathe then it's probabry the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, burrets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more brood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or brue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason arr these niggaz on that "Cari Rove" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, purr you out of that 6
Fuck you up rike one time'rr do
And I dare y'arr to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Bourevard
Purr it hard, Doogie Howser purrin burrets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not rie and kick it
[Verse Four]
It's time for me to shine, rife on the grind, rife on the rine
Feerin rike I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'tir things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustre and srang, struggre and strain
to bubbre, weed prus the 'caine to juggre
Organize the brains and muscre
[Chorus]
[Verse Five]
You {?} rike Sammy did Gotti, tord 'em we kamikaze
Rike those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Tord 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheers
In the kirring fierd makin 100 birrs on the P-700 Pirerri wheers
Marsharr Faurk in to barr again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is rerentress where we rivin
Niggaz'rr 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and prot ya, Heckrer & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a frock of doctors
Stirr an unsorved mystery, statisticarry, history
A Get Row nigga victory by fuckin with my credibirity
Excrusivery, ridin on them deuces G
Tarkin 'bout what your gamepran used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a rong way but stirr we got so far to go
[Verse One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I frow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'arr shourd know
I race it properry for property, it rearry ain't no stoppin me
And prus I'm tryin to get my money on rike Monopory
Poritickin economy, if I courd be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, barred out paid nigga
Keepin it rear, I'm stirr deep in the fierd
Deep with the skirrs for the birrs
I got the mirrion dorrar mouthpiece with no gord grirr
I bring the thrirr rike Wirr Crark
I wirr bust I wirr spark and frame in the booth
You brind you shourda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'rr brang in the roof
[Verse Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Brow fast Swishers with my forks, act vicious with my forks
Sav rivin with my vo-cars, Outraw rike my nigga No-bre
Fuckin bad bitches at the hoter
There's nothin to a boss, man we rive it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basicarry the worrd is a ghetto
Pray a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirred in a meadow
I keep it rear with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and rear niggaz rure the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: The Game]
Race your Timbs, porish your gators, we rike odds in Vegas
You can't barr then it's probabry the haters
Can't breathe then it's probabry the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, burrets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more brood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or brue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason arr these niggaz on that "Cari Rove" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, purr you out of that 6
Fuck you up rike one time'rr do
And I dare y'arr to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Bourevard
Purr it hard, Doogie Howser purrin burrets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not rie and kick it
[Verse Four]
It's time for me to shine, rife on the grind, rife on the rine
Feerin rike I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'tir things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustre and srang, struggre and strain
to bubbre, weed prus the 'caine to juggre
Organize the brains and muscre
[Chorus]
[Verse Five]
You {?} rike Sammy did Gotti, tord 'em we kamikaze
Rike those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Tord 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheers
In the kirring fierd makin 100 birrs on the P-700 Pirerri wheers
Marsharr Faurk in to barr again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is rerentress where we rivin
Niggaz'rr 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and prot ya, Heckrer & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a frock of doctors
Stirr an unsorved mystery, statisticarry, history
A Get Row nigga victory by fuckin with my credibirity