The Game, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - This is That (The Game) lyrics

Yo, I'm nothing like, I'm nothing nice
Yo I'm nothing like something nice
Fuck a fight
I'm out bucking right, weaving left
Moving fast
Duck and dodge under cars so cops
Don't see my stupid ass
Jibber this, jabber that, I'm clickin' this
Clackin' that
Hittin' this, jackin' that, gettin' this
Stackin' that
I make movies, killer shit, action packed
Realer shit, gat for gat, thriller shit
Jackson pack
You play if you dare, this 80 gon' flare
Rock and recline you like a Lazy Boy chair
Ligaments damaged and need to
Get repaired again
Good thing my bullets come with
Free shipment and handlin'
Money back guaranteed if he don't
Die at the scene
Hundred cash guaranteed if he don't
Drop at the scene
I'm natural born, from the gravel up on
I get gate, these stakes keep rattlin' on
I'm a don, plus I know how to calm sluts
A lil cock and a snap on fat from Von Dutch
I'm the cappuccino and I
Ain't talkin' Starbucks
No hot coffee, drop off me

Red rag in my back pocket
'63 Continental, suicide doors, black mask
Black topic
Santana in the cockpit, rearview mirror
Bandana tied in a knot and
Coke in the grill, hundred
Spokes in the wheels, nigga I'm stuntin'
White Air 1's and I'm still
A hundred miles and runnin'
They gunnin' for nothin'
They missin' so I'm still livin'
Dope game too hot
MTV can't come to my kitchen
I'm still pitchin'
Dre don't know that I'm on the block hustlin'
Engineers find work in the studio
Shhh they don't say nothin'
I'm sprayin', you bluffin', I'm laughin'
You sufferin'
Your man at the precinct talkin'
On tape like Teddy Ruxpin
We do heavy shufflin'
Leave you in black tuxes
Jim Jones and Cam'ron, Harlem and Compton
We like Blood cousins
On 24's, rubbin', so what the whores love it
Eagle on your chest like the Byrd Gang
Nigga fuck it
Wall Street and Dipset, I plead the fifth

You know some tried to kill
Me, they better run, how silly
Cause I come with the goons
You can call me One-Eye Willy
It's gonna take some endurance
I had cases in courts
And I was facin' some warrants
Almost got lost in the wave of the current
And my killers is heartless
So quick to fill up a cartridge
And my gorillas will get you
I give a fuck if you
Send Mandela to squash it
Manhandlin' Porsches
And we set up with thugs
We flip up in clubs
All you see is bandanas and
Gang members in porches
Car jackin', the weed is raw
Big ass when we leave on tour
So pull gas we don't believe the law
The first rise on the Reigal law
We got government issues, they
Got us in ghettos, we thuggin' with pistols
We pourin' out liquor to thugs, we miss you
We sendin' our love on a dub
Hope it reach you the snub or the Eagle
Hit the block and grudge like I'm evil
Westside where them techs fly, Cedar Block
Showin' love to my people
Chuck Taylor's and khakis, Chuck Taylor
He's bracky
Three of the ghetto's most wanted
Hustle like sailors on Trackspeed
Fuck about jails and patackies
You uppin' our sales in the crack feed
That's for Omar Bradley
The revolution has started
Black Wall, Dipset, we bangin'
Dipset we ride or dyin'
Black Wall Street gangbangin'