GAME - Last Supper (ft. Jadakiss, Styles P & AR) lyrics

rate me

Sound session

A hunger pain that make nigga hateful

That’s why you can’t bring bread with the ungrateful

He can’t look in your eyes and he can’t face you

Wait for them to try, he can’t wait you

I rather die out here just to ??

I had from nine to five I’m so based too

I beat the shit out of niggas, I got a case too

And when I eat, I miss your everybody A2

only God could judge us, only niggas can do us rich

They probably underestimate you

but still fuck how he gonna feel, (f*ck you know the deal)

the last supper is three ?? meal

All I see it’s G’s (seeing ..)

???

Money from the street (money from the live, money)

Run out for pop like the nigga fan

run out to bed like the nigga go

Fuck you nigga I ain’t studder fuck you

ain’t studder but the gun is studder

ratatatatat motherfucker

Lord niggas respect Elvis,

those pretty bitchs that got you down like the sale

Blond go, next coop ..in Picasso

???

I let a hundred on the …

??? Jesus it’s able

Looking at .. nothing but ..breaths in my table

My steady conversations

Don’t let the devil touch it

Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper

Walk in the water we’re baking soda to get my cake up

Breaking devil for these bees, don’t be God saviors

Looking all I see it’s G’s at the table

Looking all I see it’s Gs at the table

G tell she got a hustle like Russel

Burn as right, your face, your need

Never need it a muscle, 16 in the glock and spend those for the tussle

16 at the cop, don’t let the motherfucker cuff

LA we shut down, New York gonna cut

When the last time you’ve been to church, nigga we don’t trust you

Like the base in front line , nigga we a ..

Laughing over your body

We the one to look up to,

Father figures, we raise guns

pull all the triggers, they be sitting in birds

We’ll be all in … all you niggas,

When it’s time to ride, we in that colors smug it up

We real gangstas, we each one we just to cover up

real world knock out king, tell em to knuckle up

We ride from California, nigga so buckle up

we got a team full of killers when we hudle up,

Anybody its everywhere, corners brng the shuddle bust

niggas gotta fuck fuck with us, knock me f*ck you up

They just get into bust drivin’ with the upple cut

His barrels, ??

ain’t nobody spoting us

Drama with the forth bus

I make you nigga ordained up

Bad boys always cut it with an extra pot

Like an ..5 niggas

…five nigga still rolling out

We got grenades just .. is just a tuck

We automatic start, gonna press a lot

??? Jesus is able

Looking in … nothing but .. in my stable

.. conversations, don’t let the devil touch you

Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper

Walk in the water we’re baking soda to get my cake up

Breaking … for these thieves, soaping God saviors

Looking all I see is G .. at the table

Looking all I see iis G .. at the table

Thanks to garbo for correcting these lyrics