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[The Game] <br />Who really the best rapper since ´Pac got killed <br />I done answered that question when I copped my deal <br />Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer <br />I predict my shit´ll drop before the next Howard homecoming <br />Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it <br />I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin <br />Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 <br />Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors <br />It´s written, Compton niggaz never run from the law <br />Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board <br />So I´ll never see a jail, and I´m allergic to bars <br />Can´t sit behind ´em or drink at ´em, so we travel with ours <br />Poppin Crist´ in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras <br />Thinkin ´bout beads and titties as I roll through the city <br />And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let ´em all go <br />like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin <br />Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin <br />Payback come through violent, nigga <br />We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause <br />When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin <br />Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin <br />Payback come through violent, nigga <br />We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent <br /> <br />[Sean T] <br />No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa <br />We off the train tracks like the great space coaster <br />We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa <br />Prepare for war, like United States soldiers <br />Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz´s <br />I´ll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers <br />Before you even try to play, foolish all over <br />Empty out yo´ pockets, turn everything over <br />We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest <br />When we roll by the quads in them Z-66´s <br />Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed <br />Always dirty never clean but we live like kings <br />Legendary like Sting, it´s a history to follow <br />But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows <br />Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle <br />And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[JT the Bigga Figga] <br />I´m from a batch where it ain´t no cut, we all in <br />36 on a triple beam scale for meal <br />Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet <br />To bag up baguettes and everybody know it <br />I´m the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin ´em up <br />My favorite color is rainbowed up <br />Ain´t a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap <br />Hit the lab for a fo´ day block, we got heat <br />You niggaz can´t compete when I walk in the streets <br />We Get Low, and there´s no idea with the info <br />It´s a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come <br />I´m cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some <br />I´m in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live <br />We check your five, the spot where the tec dies <br />And everybody gotta holla the name <br />It´s JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT
Letra nueva de la canción
[The Game] <br />Who really the best rapper since ´Pac got killed <br />I done answered that question when I copped my deal <br />Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer <br />I predict my shit´ll drop before the next Howard homecoming <br />Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it <br />I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin <br />Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 <br />Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors <br />It´s written, Compton niggaz never run from the law <br />Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board <br />So I´ll never see a jail, and I´m allergic to bars <br />Can´t sit behind ´em or drink at ´em, so we travel with ours <br />Poppin Crist´ in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras <br />Thinkin ´bout beads and titties as I roll through the city <br />And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let ´em all go <br />like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin <br />Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin <br />Payback come through violent, nigga <br />We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause <br />When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin <br />Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin <br />Payback come through violent, nigga <br />We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent <br /> <br />[Sean T] <br />No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa <br />We off the train tracks like the great space coaster <br />We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa <br />Prepare for war, like United States soldiers <br />Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz´s <br />I´ll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers <br />Before you even try to play, foolish all over <br />Empty out yo´ pockets, turn everything over <br />We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest <br />When we roll by the quads in them Z-66´s <br />Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed <br />Always dirty never clean but we live like kings <br />Legendary like Sting, it´s a history to follow <br />But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows <br />Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle <br />And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[JT the Bigga Figga] <br />I´m from a batch where it ain´t no cut, we all in <br />36 on a triple beam scale for meal <br />Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet <br />To bag up baguettes and everybody know it <br />I´m the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin ´em up <br />My favorite color is rainbowed up <br />Ain´t a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap <br />Hit the lab for a fo´ day block, we got heat <br />You niggaz can´t compete when I walk in the streets <br />We Get Low, and there´s no idea with the info <br />It´s a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come <br />I´m cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some <br />I´m in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live <br />We check your five, the spot where the tec dies <br />And everybody gotta holla the name <br />It´s JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT
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