Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way
Now go get fucking stomped son No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I'm a go right away Mny fly ass can't be stopped
: (feat. Drake) [Chorus - Sample from "Fancy" by The-Dream - 2X] Y'all know me 'cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got
I can't find my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find way? [Game - Verse 2] If I tell the story you gotta keep it between us, Only other
Niggas And All My Niggas [Chorus x2] Don?t Don?t End Up dead Nigga Don?t Don?t up Dead [Verse 2] One thing about me, always keep it real with myself
so hard to escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead me out of this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 2:] I'm sitting
Is it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin' on glaze? What could it be? [Verse 2:] It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon
feel like I'm in the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She takes me high, she will always be my (angel) [Verse 2: The Game
of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... [8 Bars... kind of] [The Game] I don't talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze.... [Verse 2] '
TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret
see when you meet me. And I'm gunna say it real clean so you niggas understand. Fuck the Young Gunz and both of your fans.(There's 2 of them) Somebody
tired, n***a. And put the drink down, n***a! We gotta go, n***a! [The Game] One more shot.... [Chorus] I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every
his clique So I start ridin wit Fat Joe and Kiss Made a good choice cuz after that Yayo bricked So I gave away my chain and decided to keep movin Now
A) Even My Crip Niggas Know (He Wears A Red Bandana) [Verse 1:] Chea Chea Dear God Let Me Clense My Soul Throw Away All The Rims And The Gold O No
is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your
my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) [Verse 2:] These rap niggas hate