The Game

The Game - The Kill

rate me

[La Roux - Chorus]

I’m going in for the kill

I’m doing it for a thrill

Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand

And not let go of my hand


[The Game]

Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute

Won’t you put that blunt down ‘fore you put the chronic in it

Before you do that drive by, listen for a second

Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon

If you use it like you ‘posed to than you could be Malcolm X

Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks

Don’t be a follower n-gga, be a leader

And if that mean’s I’ll lose you on Twitter than so be it

Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding

Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding

Her baby in the projects, I’m supposed to be proud of Compton

I’m just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton

I put on for my city like Jeezy say

Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day

And since they did Oscar Grant like Emmett Till

Crack the Patron seal

[La Roux - Chorus]

[The Game]

I can take you back to ’03 when ain’t nobody know me

My game was regional like the Lower Merion Kobe

Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me

Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me

Aint trippin’ off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets

I’m in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G

Cooley high coochie, Levi’s no fleece

Space jam Jordan’s killin’ ‘em without the cold sheets

Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers

Go listen to Blueprint, y'all all hustling backwards

Shout out to my real n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P

Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b

Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one

Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son

And my n-gga Fab, write his verses like a will

He walked out the booth, it’s my turn

[La Roux - Chorus]

[The Game]

If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen

Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision

But I’m back now, when we recorded Back Down

Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now

50 was my n-gga, but life was funny like that

Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack

So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed

Sometimes stars align and some stars never will

Like Ross and Jeezy both y’all my n-ggas, y’all should chill

Instead of beefin’, lets remember how baby blue got killed

How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up

When n-ggas start beefin’ you should give them some Ciroc Puff

And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead

Worse than that, my n-gga Young Buck got raided by the Fed’s

So Timbaland, Cool n Dre, Just Blaze and Pharrell

Next track I get n-gga….

[La Roux - Chorus]


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Thanks to madailui

Thanks to jj. for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Nano for correcting these lyrics

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