(Intro)
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We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
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From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
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(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
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We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body)
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(Verse 1 - The Game)
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Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mind
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Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
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Thats why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
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Lift niggas like a chrome hydraulic switch
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Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks
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So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
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She from Compton just like me
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Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
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She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
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Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
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She married to The Game, thats wifey
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Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
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P in the backseat finger fuckin her girlfriend
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That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
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Start trippin over colors like Ice-T
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And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V
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(Verse 2 - Prodigy)
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We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
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We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
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You can't stop us, we gettin this money its not bangin
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You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin
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Wit dem Glocks and dem oo-ops
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Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that
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I suggest you do not
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My chain is hot, whats more hot than that
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Thats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my back
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Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me
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And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
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My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein dollar
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Signs spots stare at me too long
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Have you seein that white light you come at me wrong
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Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin it off
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You was raised on beef and live real drama
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Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin o's off
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(Break)
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We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
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(P and Game rollin the Dutch)
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P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L C
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NYC to LA we do our sweep
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(Verse 3 - The Game)
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We out in Compton, P and Game lacin Chucks
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We out in QB, P and Game rollin a Dutch
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Dumpin ashes out the windshield
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Haze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels
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Ridin to Suga Hill bangin shook ones
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On the westside highway, hand on the steel
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If I like your chain then blood spill
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Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal
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(Verse 4 - Prodigy)
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Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up
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You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up
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I'm all about this crime shit for real, this rap shit is luck
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Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up
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In that smelly proof bag, real real fast
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Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real real slick
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Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast
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Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ass
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(Verse 5 - The Game)
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If you from the westside, nigga throw that shit up
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If you bang to eastside, nigga throw that shit up
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I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L
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I'm just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
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And it was either this or jail
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Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
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And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail
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So we stopped doin business and chirpin on Nextels
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We gangstas
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(Verse 6 - Prodigy)
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I fold people in half, I tore people ass
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But they still wanna ride out as long as we see death
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I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship
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But love, I'mma survive just how I been
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I'mma stay alive till the day I die
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But right now I'm healty, niggas betta get up off my
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A bitch is nuttin we easily fuck it
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And we posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin
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Dead Bodies
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The Game |