Trae Tha Truth, The Game, Paul Wall - Not Gonna Leave lyrics

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game
Do I look like I'm smokin'
And I'm off that 'caine
Can't y'all see what the hell is going on
Don't sell your soul
You know that shit is wrong
You niggas fake
You can hate but I'm not gon' leave
And I'm not going home 'till
I'm sittin' in a throne
You can throw rocks at it
If you try you can die
If you're tired of these fake
Rap niggas say goodbye

Hopped off the G4 lift the G5
Brushed off my G6s hopped in the G Wagon
Roll through the city of Gs
On the west side niggas throwin' up Bs
On the east side niggas bangin' Cs
And holla' Black Wall Street
'till Shyne is free
The 'hood ain't the same now
Bitches wanna holla'
Trae riding shotgun in a cherry Impala
Chrome hydraulics the beats is knockin'
West coast we keep it rockin'
If there's drama we poppin'
It's 1-8-7 when I bang that Manurhin
Spin yo' ass around like that
Chain Ma$e be wearin'
Motherfuckers, I'm bangin' Swishahouse
And Paul Wall got niggas screwin'
My shit down south
Bitches see me on TV they feelin' me now
Say I rap like I'm from Texas
And they like my style

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game
Do I look like I'm smokin'
And I'm off that 'caine
Can't y'all see what the hell is going on
Don't sell your soul
You know that shit is wrong
You niggas fake
You can hate but I'm not gon' leave
And I'm not going home 'till
I'm sittin' in a throne
You can throw rocks at it
If you try you can die
If you're tired of these fake
Rap niggas say goodbye

Sittin' listenin' to the Game like a madman
Attitude that got me whupin' niggas
Ass with my dead hand
Me and la familia lookin' for
The K and sprayin'
Fuck around with Trae you can fall
Up in a trance then
I play the game so I will
Lead the other gang in Houston
Texas my nigga
They swore to god to keep your head
But not more wrinkles my nigga
I'm ABN, assholes they never vicked us nigga
Give me a pen a couple stacks
And Imma bless you my nigga
What the fuck is they on?! Trae pop and gaze
I've been wicked since '97 the
G without the pay
I've been street before niggas started
My brother what's the play
In the rental with CDs and a
Torpedo full of K gauge off
What it is me and Paul got the rest stressed
Got a nigga ready to show
Them that we the best
I'll be the realest nigga livin' we'll
Sellin' for dope in this
If you're lookin' for me you can
Find me On the south west
Motherfucker

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game
Do I look like I'm smokin'
And I'm off that 'caine
Can't y'all see what the hell is going on
Don't sell your soul
You know that shit is wrong
You niggas fake
You can hate but I'm not gon' leave
And I'm not going home 'till
I'm sittin' in a throne
You can throw rocks at it
If you try you can die
If you're tired of these fake
Rap niggas say goodbye

I came up from the bottom
Livin' broke without a buck to my name
Underdog up in the game with a G-mindframe
I had ambition of a dope
Fiend searchin' for a fix
I was in the streets grindin' tryin'
To get in the mix
All odds have been against me
Ever since day one
But still I worked overtime 'til
The job was done
A couple of my partners died
Some of 'em got tried
Now they doin' fed time, a 20 year ride
Write a letter here near
Shootin' kites to the yard
'Til my rounds I'm countin' on
That he'll go in hard
Most of my partners turned against me
When the road got rough
I used to paint with deep prayers
Pints of purple stuff
Then reattend you feel me
But the fake still hate
I'm just tryin' to feed my family
Put food on the plate
So I patiently wait
Bringin' pain and stackin' paper
Mind focused on my hustle
Fuck a hater bitch I'm Paul Wall

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game
Do I look like I'm smokin'
And I'm off that 'caine
Can't y'all see what the hell is going on
Don't sell your soul
You know that shit is wrong
You niggas fake
You can hate but I'm not gon' leave
And I'm not going home 'till
I'm sittin' in a throne
You can throw rocks at it
If you try you can die
If you're tired of these fake
Rap niggas say goodbye