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The Game( Jayceon Terrell Taylor )
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Ghost Rider
Game
Straight outta the motherfucking pissy hallway in the projects To park in a four door Bentley on my set Same hood, same motherfucking steps I sat on and took the plastic off of 'Life After Death' Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360 The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain't wit me No hard feelings, we both made millions You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick Before 'Detox', let me take my last chronic hit Now I am gangsta rap Inhale the weed smoke and coughed up five platinum plaques So I'm a let the nigga Dr. Dre hit Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch I don't make love, I make hits I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit Feels good… Gangsta… Still hood… Gangsta I'm that six figure nigga Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that Game ain't do shit but bring the motherfucking West Coast back I hear the whispering going on in the hood I sent a motherfucking Hallmark card to Suge That nigga know that we all good So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead I put the .38 revolver to my own fucking head Before I let the shit eat my conscience Ain't a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby I'm in rehab three times a week Because I'm a motherfucking fiend for a Dr. Dre Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Feels good… Gangsta… Still hood… Gangsta Uh, Yea! Uh It's da motherfuckin I dot Jamaica on my back Ten pounds of weed on my block Cops coming, hide that I'm so fucking blessed Straight off da River, so fucking fresh Heyy! Mi got mi chopper pon mi Pussyhole! Suck yuh mother, tek yuh eyes off mi rapper money Got respect fi di shottas only Stick to the streets like cheese to macaroni A weh di fuck do dem Five shots, a duppy dem Glock innah mi hand, mi a go fi dem Big dog never scared ah di puppy dem I got no love fi dem Got slugs fi dem I be on some street shit Weed in my eyes so I can't see shit Be on some G shit Let dem niggas talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips They wanna know where da nigga from Kingston Jamaica got dem niggas bombed I'm never wrong I am the the street motherfuckas, here I am Feels good… Gangsta… Still hood… Gangsta
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