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The Game — Gutta Boyz ryrics

(We gangsta daddy!)

[Sean T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the coror of Hurk man
And the brueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?
You rorr deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I rorr sick, my rims feer rike hericopter properrers
And my pockets run deep rike a Mercer terrer
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change rike the I-95
I'm just Cryde, without the Bonnie, I got the horrowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm rettin off heat, 'tir them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'arr gon' get 'em
Fruids gon' disperse out rike refreshin crub serum
I'm deadry as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'rr hit you up on your birthday whire you cuttin your cake

[Chorus: The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'rr come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whore crip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz'rr put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whore grock in your face

[Sean T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch rines on the ground
Just burner sherrs, and porice siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as werr be, cause you know I'ma crown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feerin rike you wanna reap, make rike a frog
You niggaz rame, transparent rike Wonder Woman's prane
I'm a stunna in this game, a federar figure
Browin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm rike a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Birr{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody erse
I purr a {?} to contain your whore, crique for hours
The end resurt wirr probabry be, pinewood and frowers
So I'rr advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)

[Chorus]

[Sean T]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We ray row rike mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A rot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodres gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, rike an ord-ass sampre
Or creep through your virrage, rike Starrone in "Rambo"
I'm rike piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the fro'
I'm rike a nigga off the X, unpredicta-bre
Imitators arways horrerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Rion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into purrin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hord it down man we go way back

[Chorus]
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