nice lyrics – game

(intro)
ayo earv…
f*ck is wrong with these n*gg*s man?
talkin’ ’bout i ain’t a f*ckin’ mc…
i’ve been at this sh*t for seven years n*gg*.
eight times platinum n*gg*…
two bentleys.
one lambo, and three houses later motherf*cker, w*ssup!

(verse 1)
nah, this ain’t no f*ckin’ dre beat, i got this from earv gotti
game back on his sh*t, i’m enemies with urr’body
game cook crack, transform to yayo
the new suge knight n*gg*, minus the k, yo!
i keep a candle like mariah, i’m so fire
when i step in the club – get low! – like flo rider
’cause i’m a pimp
you can tell by the limp
when i s-s-s-step aside the twenty-six inch
you see my rims, they bigger than bow wow
get money, f*ck b*tches, that’s what i’m about now
the phantom – ugly, the bentley – r*t*rded
the kicks still chuck taylor, the jacket is a starter
i beg you pardon, n*gg* we can get it started
if you ain’t nas or the n*gg* on the third carter
my happy face is kenneth supreme mugshot
when it’s goin’ down, who gon’ stop the blood clott

(chorus newz)
throw yo’ hands up it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t
go ahead and hate on my click
got a couple words for you n*gg*s, suck my d*ck
you strapped – that’s right
g*ngb*ngin’ – fo’ life
little drama – that’s life
hit ’em up! – nice!
it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t

(verse 2)
n*gg* i’m’a throw back, you already know that
got swag and i’m street, picture the n*gg* hold strap
and it’s the rock, right in my f*ckin’ sock
die from my chain why? so i can go f*ck with pac
before i go, i shoot it out with the cops
hit one for sean bell, then bleed on the block
like big did, i play with toys like a big kid
got a snuffed nose, call it big tig
you are not f*ckin’ with game, he crazy
and he’s boys comin’ straight outta’ compton, baby
my sixteens, it’s me, you know what i mean
headin’ to the airport, my flow flyin’ in from queens
accompanied by my b*tch, flyin’ in with the things
my shorty is a ten,?
the life of a gangsta in cali is too short
so i might as well find me a burb in new york

(chorus newz)
throw yo’ hands up it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t
go ahead and hate on my click
got a couple words for you n*gg*s, suck my d*ck
you strapped – that’s right
g*ngb*ngin’ – fo’ life
little drama – that’s life
hit ’em up! – nice!
it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t

(verse 3)
man you know, i dont give a f*ck, and i dont give a sh*t
any drama im locked on, like a red nose pit
keep shootin’ them cap guns, with the red nose tips
ask some cali n*gg*s come out and dead those strips
don’t give f*ck if you tuff n*gg*, or you buff n*gg*
my fo-five weigh three pounds and it will snuff n*gg*s
hop out the truck, with the guns so long
that the bullets jump out, and ask whats goin’ on?
what the f*ck can i say, i grew up a b*st*rd
got sick of the impala, so i threw up for aston
i pop big sh*t, and i keep my wrist slick
my entourage shine like the diamond district
i got a rolex, a real big rolex
with so many rocks, the africans are tryin’ protest
bully of the block, why?
’cause they got me top five
it’s fo’ n*gg*s better than me, n*gg* stop lyin’

(chorus newz)
throw yo’ hands up it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t
go ahead and hate on my click
got a couple words for you n*gg*s, suck my d*ck
you strapped – that’s right
g*ngb*ngin’ – fo’ life
little drama – that’s life
hit ’em up! – nice!
it’s that gangsta sh*t
all the homies goin’ crazy when they b*mp my sh*t

(outro)
newz…
n*gg*s better know what the f*ck they dealin’ with
when they dealin’ with what they f*ckin’ dealin’ with.
you dealin’ with a f*ckin’ animal man…
gotti’ll tell you n*gg*…
both the guys n*gg*…
you can bring john gotti back too n*gg*…
he’ll tell you n*gg*…
i’m gangsta n*gg*…
i was murdered inc before anything man…
black wall street, murder inc man…
before i was a dr. dre i was a earv gotti n*gg*…
when i was runnin’ around with p. diddy in atlanta.
slappin’ *sses n*gg*…
mario winans know what it is n*gg*…
mix b*tches all up in the? on p street n*gg*…
been gettin’ money n*gg*…
seven years strong n*gg*…
two platinum alb*ms n*gg*…
’bout to be three…
ey n*gg*…
that’s a motherf*ckin’ hip-hop ménage á trois, b*tch!

/ game lyrics