(Verse 1: Game)
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Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed
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Tight grip on the Escalade pole
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Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
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Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44
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Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
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Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
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If that thing come out, it¡¯s murder she wrote
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If Doc come out, it¡¯s 30 Impalas on the boat
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Nigga, we do this every day
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Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
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Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
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Knock a nigga out on the ave today
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Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
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Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
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Westside blood-gang, niggas know what I'm about
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And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out
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(Hook: Bezel)
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Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
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Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West
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Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
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Cause, we Certified Gangstas
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Stash the mill' in the house
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And I kill in the drowt
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That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South
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Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
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Cause, we Certified Gangstas
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(Verse 2: Jim Jones)
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You know I keep my eyes wide
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Eastside high-risers
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Westside low-riders
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Vest with the four-fiver
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Yes I fo' sho fire
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D-I-P low-rider
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See police, slow the ride up
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You see squally nigga
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Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!)
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To see my niggas(gangsta!) that bang up
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In the middle of the 'jects(Foster!), while the pitchin' raw
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Caine(gettin it!)
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G'd up posted tough on the turf(uh huh)
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Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt (we keep it gully!)
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Compton, see the blockers they bangin' (G's up!)
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My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin'(in the dope House!)
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Houston, the purple potion I sip (Texas)
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While I'm screwin' up my music in a roaster with
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Flip (Clover Geeees!)
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NY, you know the City is ours (Capo!)
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You know I'm Peter Gotti, we the niggas with power (DIP-SET!)
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As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE" (G's up!)
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All the time as I replied (come on!)
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(Hook: Bezel)
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Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
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Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West
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Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
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Cause, we Certified Gangstas
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Stash the mill' in the house
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And I kil in the drowt
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That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South
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Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
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Cause, we Certified Gangstas
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(Verse 3: Cam'ron)
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We put the lazers on Glocks (Glock)
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Razor or ox (ox)
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As I lay in the drop (drop)
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Pump the base on the poc (kets)
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Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block
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See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock (head)
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I keep the Luger hugged
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Show you how to use a snub
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Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug (you)
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I don't do the drugs (nah), baby I move the drugs(yes)
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Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love (computer love)
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Duck the cop-capers (capers) and the top haters(haters)
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Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators(what's that!?)
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Not dead, I said they alive(live)
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Lions(lions), tigers(what), bears, oh my(oh my)
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Its a straight zoo
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A to Z, May to April
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Bring the apes through
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Fuck around you be ape food, baked food(food)
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9 bitches, 8 dudes
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Diamond visions, great cubes
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Get it straight fool
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Certified Gangstas
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The Game |