The Game feat. JT Untold Story Lyrics

West Coast Resurrection Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 The Streetz of Compton
  • 3 Blacksox
  • 4 Krush Groove
  • 5 Troublesome
  • 6 Rookie Card
  • 7 Promised Land
  • 8 Gutta Boyz
  • 9 Put It in the Air
  • 10 Desperados
  • 11 100 Barz and Gunnin
  • 12 Work Hard
  • 13 Untold Story
  • 14 Outro
  • [Verse 1: The Game]
    Niggas don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck
    How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
    That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out
    Breathe easy nigga they tryin to get them bullets out
    It was all good a week ago, you was callin shots in the hood
    Bitch now you sold rock in the hood
    Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya
    But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood
    Ghost town, niggas won't even walk in your hood
    I want respect like when niggas is talkin to Suge
    You cats gon' get with that, or get with the +Mac+
    And I ain't talkin 'bout Beans, talkin 'bout this gat
    The kid still a hundred miles and runnin
    Niggas smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm comin
    And fuck MTV, I live in The Real World
    Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause

    [Hook: Tee-Uk (The Game)](x2)
    Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
    Fuckin with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
    You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
    And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything)

    [Verse 2: JT]
    It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot
    No questions, I'm takin my spot
    Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop
    JT, and the Game is hot
    It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
    When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry
    Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters
    Man, show me the money then, pay me man
    It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
    Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes
    Mink coats and diamond clusters
    West coast we nothin but hustlers
    We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools
    Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track
    Who you know that's as real as that?
    I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back


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