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[The Game] Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters Got niggaz tryin 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 Shakin like the new G. Dep Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet Better have that glock stuffed tonight I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it A block bust tonight [Chorus 2X: The Game] 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 gangsta hangouts [The Game] 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 gon' cry when he hit, the more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit And your niggaz ain't gon' 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'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin 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] [Young Noble] Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang 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 killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon [Chorus]