[La Roux - Sample] I’m going in for the kill I’m doing it for a thrill Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand And not let go of my hand (x2)
[The Game] Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute Won’t you put that blunt down ‘fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you ‘posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks Don’t be a follower n-gga, be a leader And if that mean’s I’ll lose you on Twitter than so be it Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding Her baby in the projects, I’m supposed to be proud of Compton I’m just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton I put on for my city like Jeezy say Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day And since they did Oscar Grant like Emmett Till Crack the Patron seal
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[The Game] I can take you back to ’03 when ain’t nobody know me My game was regional like the Lower Merion Kobe Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me Aint trippin’ off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets I’m in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G Cooley high coochie, Levi’s no fleece Space jam Jordan’s killin’ ‘em without the cold sheets Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards Shout out to my reall n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son And my n-gga Fab, write his verses like a wheel He walked out the booth, it’s my turn
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[The Game] If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision But I’m back now, when we recorded Back Down Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now 50 was my n-gga, but life was funny like that Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack So I unwrapped the guaze, but my scars never healed Sometimes stars align and some stars never will Like Ross and Jeezy both y’all my n-ggas, y’all should chill Instead of beefin’, lets remember how baby blue got killed How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up When n-ggas start beefin’ you should give them some Ciroc Puff And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead Worse than that, my n-gga Young Buck got raided by the Fed’s So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell Next track I get n-gga….