The Game - Lyrics
Ayo Ron, turn me up a bit Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya About to turn me into a motherfuckin' or somethin' From now on, niggaz gon' need some to stop me Yeah!
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Standin' on the top of the Tower Starin' down at New York Like the of Biggie My state the crime rate I think I'm Gotti Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red the black Liberace Diamonds Versace When The Game on, the whole world sit and watch me The The new Jay I dove In the pot And got Mixed with soda The black The Costra Nostalgia 2 nose .38's inside gucci holsters Make me a Gun+ but im not from +Philly+ But its a whole lotta +cheese+ at +steak+, the beef it I'm about to blaze, bungee jump off a building with no The Game ain't no That Bruce Wayne will get yo ass laid out I'm Clark Under tint But you can me
It's a bird, a plane Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin'
I'm I leap over buildings If a nigga touch my
Yeah you see Superman You see "S" on my vest? And Lois Lane shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's Faster than a bullet I pull it Motherfucker you can it on
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Hit the with the white powder Fiends jumpin' from the throw line like Dwight Howard With the on I spit the type of crack they waitin' on I'll be back you it wouldn't take long Fuck wit my I'm in ya ass like Beyonc out the Porsche drillin' on the stocks Cover the California plates and the shit around the block Jump out the phone booth wit on the glocks On some Call of Duty shit, a real life My flow is A snake ice on Marble floors the mansion just to roll my dice on up Coca Cola chasin' at my superpowers You cowards That Peter shit'll get yo ass laid out Pull Escalade out it's
It's a bird, a plane Naw nigga, it's the Game
I'm I leap over tall If a nigga my millions
Yeah you gotta see You see "S" on my vest? And Lois ridin' shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's Faster a speedin' bullet When I it Motherfucker you can it on
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Fuck Batman and Bring that Batmobile Compton Nigga, rob em Escalade armored Parelli's all up And this .38 knock the beak off of Daffy Duck cap Cover my waves tip cover my ass Face by my army surplus ski mask to Vietnam Dump the chronic ash in the The ash trays The days Of I was greasin' my Like the do Box it Tarver, nigga i can see Roy, too X-ray vision, I can see a too I'll bring the Lions out like Detroit do Yeah, die I'm leapin' sky scarpers Like five When it to my paper And I wont stop 'til i can buy You fuckin' The Man of Steel, a.k.a.
It's a bird, a plane Naw nigga, it's the Game
I'm I leap over tall If a nigga touch my
Yeah you gotta see You see "S" on my vest? And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in '09 Vet?
Superman Faster than a speedin' When I it you can blame it on
Yeah Me and Just Blaze in motherfucker Sky High on you Yeah I'm from Stop askin' me if I still in the hood, nigga I'm a motherfuckin' millionaire, I had to move, Know I live now?! In the sky And all you ass niggaz that hatin' me dirt on my mothafuckin' name Know I'ma do to you niggaz?! I'ma fly up, up and away on you punk ass G4 Black Wall, Wall yeah I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Blaze! I ain't no muthafuckin' Boy, I'm Superman Up, up and away!