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    GAME, THE

    Untold Story: Volume II 2005 ©

    Eat Your Beats Alive

    Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne
    Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck
    Game, what it do? (What it do?)


    They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit
    The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift
    The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheel
    of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
    The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys
    It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy
    So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger
    But you won't catch my face on E.R.
    But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance
    Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR
    Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton
    Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents
    Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no actin
    So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers
    We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)


    When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive
    When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive
    Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive
    Cause it's all about math - eat ya beats alive
    When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive
    When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive
    All about this cash - eat ya beats alive
    Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive


    It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots
    Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket
    It's you faggots, desperado in tact
    June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla)
    Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac
    Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he
    With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest
    Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know?
    Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow
    Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys
    Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors
    And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces
    To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan
    Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him
    Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him
    Big face said I could it, he'll bet you a G




    See I'm the nigga with the most flow
    Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know
    Independent with my hustle
    Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle it's time to bubble
    West coast is the place where we holdin it down
    Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now
    I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough
    Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol
    Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheddar cheese
    Canary wristwatch on celebrities
    Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese
    And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece
    Catch 'em slippin comin out the Burger King
    Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot
    Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it
    My whole block gets hard like granite



    Nigga

    2005 ©




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