Hustler's-The Game
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Hustlers (骗子) - The Game (Jayceon)

Nas he a QB-QB true G

Do the history

Way before The Firm like back in the day

Nas was the first New York ni**a rappin' with Dre

So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face

The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away

But we still get together like every several years

To sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears

Relax sippin' Calico in Rio stupid f**kers

Low-key no G's but it's still Gucci luggage

I love Cape Cod and watchin' fly b**ches with grey eyes

Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by

I like to celebrate why - 'cause I can vision

Collages and images of my life with no regrets or hate

So every breath I take is all about the rules

It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude

So crack the Patron it's on heathens The God's back

Hard body Mr Jones never leavin'

Hustlers dealers drop-top riders

Make that cake cop two five fivers

Pimps and players platinum diamonds

East to West Coast we riders

He a Compton-Compton O G

(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)

(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks

(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

He a Compton-Compton O G

(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)

(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks

(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

1995 eleven years from today

I'm in the record shop with choices to make

"Illmatic" on the top shelf"The Chronic" on the left homie

Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me

So f**k it I stole both spent the twenty on a dub sack

Ripped the package off"Illmatic" and bumped that

For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed

I was the only Compton ni**a with a"New York State of Mind"

Inside the d**e house bottlin' up sherm bangin' The Firm

Dre was king then so I waited my turn

Fast forward now I'm makin 'em burn

Ended my peers careers hollered at Nas a hard lesson was learned

So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga

I stopped beefin' with niggaz 'cause I'm"Ether" to niggaz

Comb the earth 'til there's no one left

"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death

He a Compton-Compton O G

(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)

(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks

(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

Hustlers dealers drop-top riders

Make that cake cop two five fivers

Pimps and players platinum diamonds

East to West Coast we ridin'

Hustlers dealers drop-top riders

Make that cake cop two five fivers

Pimps and players platinum diamonds

East to West Coast we ridin'

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