fuckin slip Get em (x16) I hear you niggas talkiin, boy stop talkin shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick Get em (x16) Verse 1 (The Game)
Blac you come and get' em maine, GET 'EM! [Hook: x2] Blackout we gotta get 'em, come on Lil Terror get 'em No time for playin' wid 'em, just let the
soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em to the morgue while
part of the game is that man , I guess this world need change so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave Red, guide 'em before they put us in
and you Yo... Now when I first met her All i thought was...thong, thong, thong Like loser lang we can get our freakin on Baby you know the game slipped
[Pont] And it's a Talent most people should learn How to Make you laugh without saying a word People have to yell nowadays to get heard But Charlie
live shows are boring you're just not pleasin 'em Stop teasin 'em you can't rock Palladium We bring New York back like that West side stadium Fuck the game
I want cha, why don't cha Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning Get to know me, come and get
life ain't no motion picture Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga Peal em apart, let em know you
you want I got Whether you ready or not It's about to get hot when I drop So notes, pause another spot To do you, don't get me in a corner make me
t say shit about this hip-hop Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right It's a high state game
grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars Here to change the whole game due to audible Initial place
it Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
riches, makin my heart turn black So I'm cold to bitches, and I never call back Plus I'm stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat Get your, shit together
was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
the heart Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up ?4:30, the hill, law gone? Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes Shake em' off gonna get
't know how to act Got this game down pat, sure be running the track Get some money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come
will get on your nerves Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb You lackin that tolerance; You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an' stab out
