The Game - New York (Remix) lyrics

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(Demon Voice)

Nu Jersey Devil

(the game)

Yeah muthafuckers

It's the muthafuckin Game

gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit

I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips

Nigga I'm in New York (New York)

Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,

Whenever I'm in New York (New York)

I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)

Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips

Whenever I'm in New York (New York)

Everybody wanna know why he got beef

'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G.

Got on the plane hopin that the NYC

It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali

Niggaz want me to D-i-e

Been there, done that

Woke up from a coma on 3 I.V's

Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat

Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari

I scoop up swiss(beats), drive thru the Bronx and get Jada on the phone

My next stop is Yonkers

After that its Harlem, why?

'Cause im a certified gangsta

And Jim Jones' throwin a Blood party

Red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and Lennox

It's the sequel to Menace

Oh Lord, he done went o dogg

Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off

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New aftermath chain on, thats the bling

Stones yellow and black - he a Latin King

Mira me king ton el jefe Simone

Translation: I get money off ringtones

King Blood, even though I used to sling drugs when i see snoop he tell me "Keep doin your thing cuz"

I do it cause I love it

Do it for the niggaz that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers

I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna fuck her

Thats what I call a championship game at the Rucker

ya'll want beef? change the subject

You ain't got no stars like the flag of the Dominican Republic

After Angie's show I was finna to get the bus

And catch a cab to Halston and ask any nigga hustlin

I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights

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Left the VMA awards, went back to the hood

Streets is talkin - 'Game got slapped by Suge'

False, I was face to face wit him

Media wanna criticize the game

Like he had Ma$e wit him

He a hood nigga that ain't ever try to snake niggaz

Walk thru the 5 boroughs never had jake with him

Bake it how u want, ain't no cupcake in him

Even Diddy know, I make the city glow

Never had an album, never had his own video

I was sellin crack while Ja was watchin 50 blow

White tee shirt, converse and my dickies on

Signed wit Dre recorded 150 songs

Now the fuckin hip hop police hatin

tryin to run me outta New York like Anthony Mason

Nigga I'll come and erase you

Only nigga from california

That'll come from the tongue wit a razor

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