The Game

The Game - It Must Be Me

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Let's make it big, Pharrel.

Wake up in the mornin', "Oh, shit! "

Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch!

Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence.

I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch!

Let off a couple shots, goddamn I missed!

Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip.

I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour

Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga.

See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K.,

Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze.

That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons.

Shoot a nigga he die, public enemy number one!

But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit

When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus

So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat

Yeah nigga, I stay strapped.

Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!

Is it the shades? Is it the J's?

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?

Or the old school sittin' on glaze?

What could it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher

Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home

Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen

K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams

Turn hood zombies into an olympic track team

'Til I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene

Had to clear my life up. Doc gave me the vaccine.

Don't get it twisted, I still click clack things

Red beam attached to each and every strap

That I keep locked up in my basement

If I shoot a nigga will I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know

Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases

Fuck Paccino cause we know niggas with scarred faces

And we go back like D-boys with small faces

And we crashin' them Ferraris liek y'all hate me

Pharrell I think it's somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!

Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!

Is it the shades? Is it the J's?

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?

Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

(You know they ass is full)

Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit!

I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith

All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit

Hit the fence like later, Syonara

Or we the dirt shit black rose phantom interior hurt shit

And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches

Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to Common

But Game keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy

Never stop comin' for the top

If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla headshot

Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame

My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein

Can't walk through the club and take a piss

Without these new school rap niggas on my dick

Why you fuck around with you jewelry, and all your wrist?

I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know.

Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me

Is it the shades? Is it the J's?

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?

Or the old school sittin on glaze, what could it be?

Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty, do you thing shawty err'body lookin' now

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