Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz trying to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV

So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog
And the Game behind the desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on

Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
If 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shaking like the new G. Dep
Trying to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that Glock stuffed tonight
I'm coming through with Young Noble, and we, going, make, it
A block bust tonight

[Chorus x2]
Getting American money easy, all I know
The gangsta all motherfuckers envy, all my dough
It's a West Coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangster hangouts

Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? Then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot

And every nigga gonna cry when he hit, the more pain
The more blood drain, he ain't surviving shit
And your niggaz ain't gonna ride for shit, they know
If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit

Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time will do

And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Coming hard, Doogie Howser pulling bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it

[Chorus]

We left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointing fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thing out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out

Learn about your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left right there
N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese

I got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
For a long time if you ever fuckin' with mine
It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud

We killing your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standing next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flaming heat, come on

[Chorus]
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G.A.M.E. Lyrics

The Game – G.A.M.E. Lyrics

Songwriters: CARL CAPRIOGLIO, ANTOINE AGACOILI, KURT MATLIN, KEITH MATHEW THORNTON
G.A.M.E. lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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