Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin' Life's a bitch with a pretty face but she burnin' Man, I'm a
For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit thru you And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running
a di r-ace Love all mi gal dem in di black l-ace This just a small ting one likkle t-aste Tek a likkle sample no time fi w-aste Mix up di treble and
And unleashed dreams comin' through each buildin' If you sleep, you better wake up, as you see Mega more mature, I'm on a record wit nature Mind on
shouldn't killed me for his dick I'm gon' play him like a hoe The nigga deserved to be killed Tried to play me like I'm not real But I'ma pop a Red
Fountainblue A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes I
place tin linid they cost a lot When no money on the game you sure talk a lot Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot See I make cream a lot, while you
and butts, dancin', what I'm a African, I'm a African, uhh And I know what's happenin' I'm a African, I'm a African, uhh And I know what's happenin'
Since a young'n up and comin', all I did was cop 'caine They try and change the game, nigga I still cop 'caine I ain't moved out the hood, still stay
in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name [The Game] I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga
' I get deep in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50, the
I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato
I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea A
Extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop glocks at me then cop a
or poor I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so
not worry 'bout me, I live it raw A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em Lookin
spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L This time its platinum