The Game - Krush Groove Lyrics

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we on our third song we on our third song heyyeyy

You understand it i'm official with mine i'm double clutchin'

On the fo' wheel pushin' quarters like niggaz doin dope deals

Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half

I cut the brick and now we countin' the math we 'bout that birdplay

My crew's committed you dudes gon' get it

Have a seat you through when i'm finished my troopers is fitted

Got 'em posted out in brooklyn hollis queens to the bridge

We in the studio the figgaro done did it again

We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch

I got homies out in the bronx where they bustin' at cops

It ain't no game with the underground came from the underground

Pushin' a hundred thousand we out the trunk never browsin'

Jt another boss from the bay

And rest in peace to my boy mac dre what'chu say nigga?

Jt another boss from the bay

And rest in peace to my boy mac dre motherfucker

Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth

Believe me i'm in them sheets like phone booths

I play the game i was born to score

But i'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores

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A little too known to stand on the block

And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot

Mami i'm from the eastside yup yes that side

Heads fly if i open ya chest that wide

Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside

Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride

And i can make it happen if i don't make it rappin'

This lump of satan i'm packin' thrash 'em with a major passion

I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest fashion

And have you dashin' from manhattan all the way to aspen

Your shit is whack heard your tape and had to take an aspirin

Step ya game up

Listen before i get up in the mornin' i ask the lord for strength

Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood you know how the forces get

It's like the devil got a hold of my neck

And i'm gettin' this change runnin' 'round reppin' my set

Momma used to look at me funny she could tell her baby boy changed

Must be out there gettin' some money

But it's a price for everything you know how the game go

For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico

Now you introduced to the beef what'chu gon' do now?

Bitch up skid in your crib or pull them tools out?

A lot of niggaz is real a lot of niggaz is fake

A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with jake

Fuck what'chu heard i startled your brain

I hit the spot like a [unverified] in ballers and jeans

On some eighty-eight shit more raw than kane

It's not my fault she looked at me you better talk to your dame

That's just part of the game and you got served

Who got nerve cause lethal hard like tupac words

And why y'all chucks always actin' like tough guys

You must be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides

And in the hood you see it's different from one time

What's your bloodline play the strip to the sunshine

And i don't even know why i'm wastin' my breath

I oughta be like makaveli and be fakin' my death

I keep that good shit it's tastin' so fresh

And all y'all sloppy joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess

We on the way to yo' nap so put your tapes in the deck

And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat

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