[00:05.97](Chorus 2X: The Game)
[00:09.54]Real gangstas stand up, hold they mother****er
[00:12.45]Niggas sit down to piss - what type of niggas is you
[00:15.60]I'm the type to pack a gat or few
[00:17.37]Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you
[00:20.01](The Game)
[00:31.35]Y'all niggas see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyi
[00:34.95]That them big mother****ers is twenty-fiv
[00:37.08]Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
[00:39.87]Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine
[00:42.48]Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
[00:45.39]See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
[00:48.39]If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
[00:50.40]And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline
[00:53.76]The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
[00:57.03]I return shots like Arthur Ashe
[00:59.31]You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
[01:02.07]Niggas bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta part
[01:04.77]And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivi
[01:07.05]Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive hi
[01:10.68]And the Game ain't tryin to win, ****in the award
[01:13.29]So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong bullshit
[01:26.04](Chorus)
[01:32.76](The Game)
[01:38.43]Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
[01:41.37]That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
[01:44.07]Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
[01:47.55]Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
[01:49.80]But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
[01:52.74]Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
[01:55.32]Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer
[01:58.20]One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
[02:00.84]Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
[02:04.23]Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
[02:06.42]Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
[02:09.03]Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
[02:12.15]And the coroner's real good with that pickup
[02:13.95]A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
[02:17.61]Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
[02:20.34]Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line
[02:33.00](Chorus)
[02:39.75](The Game)
[02:45.51]Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
[02:48.93]If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
[02:51.15]If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live
[02:53.88]Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
[02:56.70]When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
[02:59.40]When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
[03:02.25]Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
[03:05.07]And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
[03:07.74]A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
[03:10.47]Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
[03:13.59]And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
[03:16.53]Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
[03:19.08]And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
[03:21.36]We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
[03:24.42]Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
[03:27.75]Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
[03:48.75](Chorus)

(Chorus 2X: The Game)
Real gangstas stand up, hold they mother****er
Niggas sit down to piss - what type of niggas is you
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you
(The Game)
Y'all niggas see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyi
That them big mother****ers is twenty-fiv
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Niggas bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta part
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivi
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive hi
And the Game ain't tryin to win, ****in the award
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong bullshit
(Chorus)
(The Game)
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line
(Chorus)
(The Game)
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
(Chorus)