The Game Anything You Ask For Lyrics

G.A.M.E. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Anything You Ask For
  • 2 Never Personal
  • 3 Gettin' American Money Easy
  • 4 Curtains
  • 5 Real Niggas Stand Up
  • 6 Walk Wit Me
  • 7 It Gets Thicker
  • 8 That's Presidents
  • 9 It's the Game
  • 10 Nothin' Personal
  • 11 Get Live
  • 12 It Is What It Is
  • [Intro:]
    The young Roy Jones in the rap shit
    Somebody bout to get knocked the fuck out tonight man

    [Verse 1:]
    Niggas think they got The Game sold
    Yeah right I'm air tight
    Fresh in them Air Nikes
    If the navvy outside
    I might be there
    Black hoodie, black nine, black white v Airs
    Like Caddy trunks keep a spare
    You see the lump under the ice berg fleece and yeah
    And when the beef cooks I'm a put the piece through your hair
    And if you see a white truck that mean the sheets is there
    Then I'm goin goin back back to the block
    To dump the bucket and jump in the drop
    Niggas know I'm good with the glock
    They call me chick herns cause The Game or not I'm calling the shots
    I wear a shiny suite 4 em and they like them alot
    They get gangsta with a SWAT me bag and a Jordan box
    So when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
    In case niggas want drama in Hell

    I'll give you anything you ask for
    Money over bitches!
    Tell me what you blast for
    We don't fuck around with snitches!
    What you have the smash for
    This bitch tried to play me man!
    Anything you ask for
    It's all about the bank Game!
    [Repeat twice]

    [Verse 2:]
    First things first
    Money over bitches
    Swore say my name in vain watch main
    Brake the bones in your nose
    I'm a flick time rida
    Inner city flipper
    Watch who try to flip more like their neighbors want digger
    Sergeant at arms who playin, I'm a General
    So draw your fire arms when you in the presence of criminals
    And motherfuckers subliminal metaphors or adjectives
    I come to where you live and send 60 rounds inside your crib!
    Killer by instinct
    Murderer by nature
    Killer Cali earth quakes ya
    Ain't nothin but bone brakers
    Is nothin like puffin on this justall ass pound
    Became in my turner
    Have your mouth twisted just like Bobby Brown
    Fuck what you might of read
    Fuck what your people said
    Back in this bitch and o 6 is The Game in lead
    Highly anticipated the day has finally came
    I slap a patch of meat off a nigga head for Game
    Fer real!

    [Chorus x2]

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