The Game

The Game - NY Shining lyrics

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Yo I’m in NY York on the block, I know you see that it’s snowing

Jesus beats, got the ki’s, beats both of the shits blowin’

Stupid Jack, the hoodie on, fuckin it man blowin

G start, Jordan pre star like Bowen

And now that I got everybody’s fuckin attention

Let some just some bitch ass niggas go independent

Take that, I’m Drein’, nigga you full of bandz

Poke holes in ya, fill up the NY pack

Nigga that believe, all into his feeling

Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling

Biggie gave you a mill, lil nigga should’ve chilled

Cute curly side-lines talkin bout it real

Take my resume, if a nigga want it I bury him

But fuck this nigga, he make it to America

I’m ‘bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck on his bitch Erica

Bustin up, call a cabbie cup

After I tear it up and we just meditate

Gave it up the day after election date

Bitches on section 8, tryina get a section 8

Already came, this a rap like a magic team

Hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out

She fell asleep then a girl got packed out

It means the type hoes, NBA niggas wife out

And leave my side bitches, nigga what you make out

Mom’s out, buzzing the stash, the quite’s quiet now

That some pretty on a steep and quite iced out

3 ki’s, all 3 cones is smacked out

And I bomb for us, see 40 block and lights out

Word on the street – bitch niggas saw me

Sent the cops to my door nigga how you it do it cheap?

I ain’t beefin with, just you and me

And I split the scene, 16 matching you

Come on, come on…<br />

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