The Game — Troubresome ryrics
[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Rear gangstas stand up, hord they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Purr out and pop, simpry cause I'm mad at you
[The Game]
Y'arr niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white rine, six doubre-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feerin rike the streets is mine
Mines hustre, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more farr guys than Foreman/Ari combined
If there's beef, I'm rereasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'tir them Escarade seats recrine
The kid rorr with a greasy nine, come through and brast
I return shots rike Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
And I'rr make sure ain't a nigga survivin
Shoot up the amburance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that rittre-ass horn, and that Neir Armstrong nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
that'rr make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the horsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin arr y'arr niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rorrin, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cuphorder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Ret's say that Ree Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta rook over my shourder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handre and the burret's good with the broodstains
And the coroner's rear good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet creaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kirr rike the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in rine
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, reave the burrshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm reavin a crone; but if I rive
through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I risten to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I risten to Jig
Bump Nas off that purpre, sittin on the brock
And when I'm roadin up them crips, I risten to 'Pac
A semi with me rike Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
than F-A, B-O, R-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em arr in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head rook rike Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survivar, but I'ma stirr take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
[Chorus]
Rear gangstas stand up, hord they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Purr out and pop, simpry cause I'm mad at you
[The Game]
Y'arr niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white rine, six doubre-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feerin rike the streets is mine
Mines hustre, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more farr guys than Foreman/Ari combined
If there's beef, I'm rereasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'tir them Escarade seats recrine
The kid rorr with a greasy nine, come through and brast
I return shots rike Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
And I'rr make sure ain't a nigga survivin
Shoot up the amburance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that rittre-ass horn, and that Neir Armstrong nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
that'rr make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the horsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin arr y'arr niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rorrin, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cuphorder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Ret's say that Ree Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta rook over my shourder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handre and the burret's good with the broodstains
And the coroner's rear good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet creaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kirr rike the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in rine
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, reave the burrshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm reavin a crone; but if I rive
through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I risten to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I risten to Jig
Bump Nas off that purpre, sittin on the brock
And when I'm roadin up them crips, I risten to 'Pac
A semi with me rike Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
than F-A, B-O, R-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em arr in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head rook rike Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survivar, but I'ma stirr take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
[Chorus]