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The Game - Money over bitches
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[The Game]
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
Im air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, Ima put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo sheets is dead
Then Im goin goin, back back
to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know Im good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns
Cause if the game on knot, Im callin the shots
Ill wear a shiny suit for a minute like Im The LOX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz want drama in hell

[JT]
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne; real talk from ya nigga Fig
Doin it big and dont wanna split yo wig

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Ill give you anything you ask fo - money over bitches
Tell me whatchu blast fo - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo - niggaz tried to play me man
(1) Anything you ask fo - all about this Bay game
(2) Anything you ask fo - representin Bay game

[JT]
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like Im Lenny Kravitz
Im in the streets where they goin savage
One, two, we dance on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stops
Figga eightn by the corner sto
Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pilin up, niggaz tryin to buy shit
They got me diggin in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin on a plane, jumpin out a taxi cab
Stackin up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad
Fuck that nigga! He got another album on the board?
Damn right, another album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali dont play
I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin day

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Count rubber band grands
Im out big on the under, with my fam bam
And I, hover the lands
To expand, Im from the gutter grime and the sand
No jams the flams all busted
The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
your pockets, til they get them some
But testin my pocket, only gets you none
Cause I, got a pimp mentality
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my salary
They aint knowin Im tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way Im flowin on the mic, cause I do gleam
All types of baguettes and bezels
We shine like lifes {?} rebels
2005, me and my crew just pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch

[Chorus]