Verse 1 - Techniec
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In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat,
smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya`ll know the way I rhyme,
I`m a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,
get your wife good and ball it out till your time up.
Want to kill him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.
Wasn`t for the flows,
wouldn`t be no hoes jocking and breaking their necks to get your`s,
so I suppose, rockin` show, knocking hoes,
flockin, I`m clocking dough, I control,
rock-n-roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load,
and they come through shoot it up,
fist fight, threw it up,
terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.
No question we`ll bust glocks in fast cars,
blocks in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
We got a few with us, none 50 trust,
you bitches hit the bus, you ni**as ease up.


Chorus - The Game
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I heard another ni**a from that G-Unit click talking s**t,
she`s Tony Yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that`s the reason why he running his lips,
he`s on 50`s payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f**king with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You ni**as snitches that`s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain`t the po-po.


Verse 2 - Techniec
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You rap guys better stick to rap,
cause colliding with hood ni**as that spit it
will get you so call killas clapped.
And you`ll think it`s the fans,
but my ni**as got the M 1 Sixes, get loose in the stands,
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in his pants.
So I`ma just fall back, ni**a I could lose you for a grand,
no gunpowder, residue in the hand.
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can,
I spit grams, till the check in the hand,
when the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,
or I`ll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam!


Chorus - The Game
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I heard another ni**a from that G-Unit click talking s**t,
she`s Tony Yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that`s the reason why he running his lips,
he`s on 50`s payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f**king with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You ni**as snitches that`s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain`t the po-po.

Verse 3 - The Game
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Drive-by, violator in the Bentley coupe,
ghost town outside, ain`t nobody to shoot.
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot,
they call you state evidence for all the dime`s y`all dropped.
Real love cause I`m a million dollar killa,
got banana clips for you so called gorillas.
G-Unit cap peeling till I D I E,
you looking for me, Southern Cali is where I be.


Chorus - The Game
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I heard another ni**a from that G-Unit click talking s**t,
she`s Tony Yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that`s the reason why he running his lips,
he`s on 50`s payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f**king with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You ni**as snitches that`s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain`t the po-po.