shine We coming out we on our grind We live real down here, Lord let us live We coming outta here, Lord let us live [The Game] Now who the fuck want
We live real down here, Lord, let us live We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live Is that Michelle Chrisette? Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let
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my shine We coming out we on our grind We live real down here, Lord let us live We coming outta here, Lord let us live [The Game] Now who the fuck want
My Posture Lean Tha Way My Necklace Hang You Should Respect This Game If Not Then Exspect This Bang But All This Wreckless Slang It Dont Effect Us Man
to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down Underwater
lighters The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga [Chorus - Joe Budden
it look like y'all LOSO, F to the A-B Street fid-id-id-id-im Yes, yes. Let's go Its the Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O, let's go We through
the Penthouse, Elevate Let me put my hands on your w-w-waiste Let me take a second, let me take it in You can run that game all night But you know I
alligator jacket on the flo' Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money
em (?) when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... [8 Bars... kind of] [The Game
gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let
sense of direction, darker complexion made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us
