Letras:
Game 3 Killas

we ride 3 Killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide When we ride 3 Killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide When we ride 3 Killas

matchin' my brilliance Hahaha lol niggas kill me Look mama no guns and I'm still G Whoda thought from baker rows center hill he get so much accomplished niggas plot to try to kill

' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game

ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape We in the game most dudes ain't built for Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for Whatever it's gon

I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol We don't give a damn bout the big 3 LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat And

Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip. I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga. See,

in my kidney Chillin in the wind & aint got no common sense The way that I?m jumpin & swervin inside this Bentley I am simply a natural born killer Nigga

I'm from you get Daytonas fo' 500 Get a casket fo' free How da fuck could I stay off MTV News when niggas askin' fo' Beef Talkin' bout' they gon Kill Game

murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill