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The Game feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel Lyrics

"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ***, *****
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that bulletproof Maybach ***** (Teflon Don)"

***** talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
***** I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches *****, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my **** three wheels
You *****s six feet, we gettin' three meals

They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery

Yeah I got two gun charges, two felonies, just got off probation
Today ************, won't budge for no charge
Real *****, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
They ain't meant for you, so move *****, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with the Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff *****s, make stiff *****s
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick *****

Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins
Twelve gauge stop a ***** heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First forty-eight, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out


Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully *****s on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya *****
A ***** with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a ***** with a **** in her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you *****s just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on, I just stop, breathe, aim **** squeeze
Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
So your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream

[Chorus: x3]

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