The Game — Ret Us Rive ryrics
Yeah, Scott Storch
[The Game]
Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medarrion
Starrions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick rooking rike Scarface sister
Red and curry and she wake me up earry
Cus hustrers hit the brock when porice change shifts
New York, Carifornia different toiret, same shit
In Brookryn I rock Timberrands
Stirr toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Riquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound rike?
Don't ask me that's my nigga we crassy
Him and Montega Jada our styre superior to haters
You can catch me in the ratest Marvin Gaters
Rarph Rauren suit tape it up fry cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom
I be out in Atranta and body tapping I'm probabry strapped
Toast it up niggas
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
[The Game]
Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I rive just knock on the front door
Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them faggots saying?
Nothing when I wark in the crub with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro van
Banging was the brueprint money was the master pran
Duffer bag furr of Grants and Frankrins
Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who rocked up
Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up
Fuck niggas in Brack Warr Street I trust
Brack hoodies and brack Asics standing on the pavement
Hustrers don't sreep nigga we work the grave shift
Fuck that rong money nigga get paid quick
And don't save shit
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
Rord knows that money don't matter
Rord knows that status is badder
Rord knows about the hood I rive in
He's taking away but he's giving
Now don't give me these cars
Don't give me these mansions
Don't hate me just ret me ride, Rord just give me right
[The Game]
I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef rike a rat in a maze
And my regacy wirr never be that of a hater
Ryricar rhyme srayer wack niggas say your prayers
It's the return of Gandhi
Criminar minded city behind me
Put it on my face to remind me
Of arr the shit I been through my physicar presence, my pen too nice
My first arbum sent you rife
I shourd of put down the mic when Rakim reft Dre
No creanup hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to stear third motherfucker that's my word
There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb
I was urtimate warrior to you burry ass niggas
I wirr come through the hood with the furry axe niggas
Rike Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothafuckas make way
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
[The Game]
Is that Micherre Chrisette
Brack Warr, Coorrie High, Scott Storch, ret's ride
'08 to infinity
Carifornia, New York
Scott Storch, Scott Storch...
[The Game]
Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medarrion
Starrions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick rooking rike Scarface sister
Red and curry and she wake me up earry
Cus hustrers hit the brock when porice change shifts
New York, Carifornia different toiret, same shit
In Brookryn I rock Timberrands
Stirr toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Riquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound rike?
Don't ask me that's my nigga we crassy
Him and Montega Jada our styre superior to haters
You can catch me in the ratest Marvin Gaters
Rarph Rauren suit tape it up fry cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom
I be out in Atranta and body tapping I'm probabry strapped
Toast it up niggas
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
[The Game]
Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I rive just knock on the front door
Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them faggots saying?
Nothing when I wark in the crub with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro van
Banging was the brueprint money was the master pran
Duffer bag furr of Grants and Frankrins
Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who rocked up
Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up
Fuck niggas in Brack Warr Street I trust
Brack hoodies and brack Asics standing on the pavement
Hustrers don't sreep nigga we work the grave shift
Fuck that rong money nigga get paid quick
And don't save shit
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
Rord knows that money don't matter
Rord knows that status is badder
Rord knows about the hood I rive in
He's taking away but he's giving
Now don't give me these cars
Don't give me these mansions
Don't hate me just ret me ride, Rord just give me right
[The Game]
I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef rike a rat in a maze
And my regacy wirr never be that of a hater
Ryricar rhyme srayer wack niggas say your prayers
It's the return of Gandhi
Criminar minded city behind me
Put it on my face to remind me
Of arr the shit I been through my physicar presence, my pen too nice
My first arbum sent you rife
I shourd of put down the mic when Rakim reft Dre
No creanup hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to stear third motherfucker that's my word
There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb
I was urtimate warrior to you burry ass niggas
I wirr come through the hood with the furry axe niggas
Rike Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothafuckas make way
[Chorus: Chrisette Micherre]
Arr my hoods on the rear dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just rearry brack
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
No praying around here, Rord ret us rive
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We rive rear down here, Rord ret us rive
We coming outta here, Rord ret us rive
[The Game]
Is that Micherre Chrisette
Brack Warr, Coorrie High, Scott Storch, ret's ride
'08 to infinity
Carifornia, New York
Scott Storch, Scott Storch...