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Krush Groove (Explicit) - The Game
We on our third song we on our third song heyyeyy
You understand it I'm official with mine
I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel pushin' quarters
Like niggaz doin d**e deals
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half
I cut the brick and now we countin'
The math we 'bout that birdplay
My crew's committed you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you through when I'm finished
My troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn
Hollis Queens to the bridge
We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where
They smackin' a b**ch
I got homies out in the Bronx where
They bustin' at cops
It ain't no game with the underground
Came from the underground
Pushin' a hundred thousand we out the trunk
Never browsin'
JT another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre
What'chu say ni**a
JT another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre
Motherf**ker
Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody
Got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores
A little too known to stand on the block
And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot
Mami I'm from the Eastside yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide
Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side
Splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen if I don't make it rappin'
This lump of Satan I'm packin'
Thrash 'em with a major passion
I slash ya face and fracture you
Flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you dashin' from Manhattan
All the way to Aspen
Your sh*t is whack heard your tape
And had to take an aspirin
Step ya game up
Listen before I get up in the mornin'
I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood
You know how the forces get
It's like the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin'
'Round reppin' my set
Momma used to look at me funny she could
Tell her baby boy changed
Must be out there gettin' some money
But it's a price for everything you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico
Now you introduced to the beef what'chu gon' do now
B**ch up skid in your crib or pull them tools out
A lot of niggaz is real a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake
F**k what'chu heard I startled your brain
I hit the spot like a in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight sh*t more raw than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me
You better talk to your dame
That's just part of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words
And why y'all chucks always actin' like tough guys
You must be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides
And in the hood you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin' my death
I keep that good sh*t it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess
We on the way to yo' nap so put your tapes in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat
