The Game, JT - Untold Story lyrics

Niggaz don't really want it
Just talkin out the side of they neck
How many gangsters you know
Ain't scared of death
That's why I, ride with tecs
Soon as I pull 'em out
Breathe easy nigga they tryin to
Get them bullets out
It was all good a week ago
You was callin shots in the hood
Bitch now you so the hood
Used to be a gang leader
Now your gang need ya
But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood
Ghost town
Niggaz won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggaz
Is talkin to Suge
You cats gon' get with that
Or get with the +Mac+
And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+
Talkin 'bout this gat
The kid still a hundred miles and runnin
Niggaz smoke 10 boxes of Newports
When they know I'm comin
And fuck MTV, I live in +The Real World+
Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll
Touch your lil' girl
Cause

Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fuckin with rats
You'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme
(and a killa will do anything)

It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot
No questions, I'm takin my spot
Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low
We hard to stop
JT, and the Game is hot
It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
When I cruise through Bentley
Coupe that's cherry
Tailored suit's and gators, man
Laughin at these haters
Man, show me the money then, pay me man
It's a new day, same team
I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats
Listen close take notes
Mink coats and diamond clusters
West coast we nothin but hustlers
We grimy and gritty, cool like dat
Old school fools
Willy Ness throwbacks
We send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac
Holla back