The Game - The Town lyrics

[The Game - The Town lyrics]

Back on the block, nigga
Chains on the rocks
Nigga
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc
Nigga
Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask!
This is body bag shit
That open the bag spliff
Coke in your lungs
A muthafuckin monster is what I’ve become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll
Knock you niggas down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This
Is my town nigga
King, mayor
All that. Niggas better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that’s
What I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it
Brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town
Nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town
Nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

Niggas better break bread and
Niggas better play dead
I step in front of the beam and
Take it off of Dre head
Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car
The tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y’all niggas pushing light weight
Ryan Russell niggas falling down
Tryna put a hand up in my face
The fucking boosters in danger
Ain’t a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait
So have a nice day
I’mma have a nice bitch sitting
In the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write
With an ice pick
And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill
Bout to fuck the world up, nigga
I’m an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job
Orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso
Bitch
But I draw steel

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town
Nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town
Nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

I ain’t never gave no fuck
Why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track
It’s black hawk down
I declare war, pulling niggas’ cars now
And I ain’t gotta fuck Sarah Palin
To lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul
I’m John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound
I don’t like how y’all sound
Gun butt a nigga in the grill
Try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now
Still fuck Benzino
I don’t care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums
Cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I chew
From Georgetown
Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown
But if it ain’t a
I’m busting with the 4 pounds

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