The Game and JT the Bigga Figga - Untold Story

[The Game]
Niggas don't really want it, just talkin' out the side of they neck
How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
That's why I, ride with techs, soon as I pull 'em out
Breathe easy nigga they tryin' to get them bullets out

It was all good a week ago, you was callin' shots in the hood
Bitch now you so {?} the hood
Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya
But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood

Ghost town, niggas won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggas is talkin' to Suge
You cats goin' get with that, or get with the +Mac+
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Beans, talkin' 'bout this gat

The kid still a hundred miles and runnin'
Niggas smoke 10 boxes of Newport's, when they know I'm comin'
And fuck MTV, I live in The Real World
Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause

[Chorus: x 2]
Layin' with dogs, you goin' wake up with fleas
Fuckin' with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake goin' scheme (and a killa will do anything)

It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin' it hot
No questions, I'm takin' my spot
Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop
JT, and the Game is hot

It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry
Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin' at these haters
Man, show me the money then, pay me man

It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes
Mink coats and diamond clusters
West coast we nothin' but hustlers

We grimy and gritty, cool like that, old school fools
Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back

[Chorus: x 2]

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