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"Game – Freestyle"

[Freestyle over Birdman & The Clipse's: "What Happened To That Boy".]

Yo, somebody better tell these niggaz N.W.A is back!
Yo, Whoo Kid, let 'em know!
Eazy has just left the building! [7 seconds instrumental]

What happened to that boy? - He ran with the wrong gang,
Fucked up in the hood, brought fiends the wrong 'caine!
N.W.A, nigga! - Yeah, Compton still crooked!
Make niggaz fly off them ropes like Jimmy Fly Snuka.
Ya Neighborhood pusher, - and I got them clips,
Streets is talkin'. - "Game got shot by Crips!"
It's okay! - The kid catch bullets like Tim Brown,
And your-right-back-in-the-field-with-the-rock like Jim Brown!
The young gun! - Not Memphis Bleek!
The protégé of Doc Dre with them bricks for cheap.
I hustle in the CPT where they play for keeps
No money in the dice game, nigga, we play for pinks.
The kid got a 6-8 game like T-Mac,
With N.W.A on his neck like Eazy-E back.
And the Desert Eagle bang like a D-R-E track,
So try to ball and get left with Pat' Ewing kneecaps.
I'm gangsta like Tan Khaki's and Air Max,
The Chuck Taylor's and Evisu jeans, the kid got a raw flow.
Niggaz think he from Queens,
I love rap! - But Dre, I gotta please the fiends!
Plus my daughter need some things,
So I got "Roc" an' Philly like Freeway, Chris, Neef and Beans.
I got birds in Boston, but I ain't on no dream team!
I'm on the block in a McLaren that's chronic leaf green.
And I run with the A-Team, do my Doc. Dre thing
I retire you in that 6th like Docter Jay'z team,
And I'm still gangbangin'! - Tan Kakhi suit red rag in
My back pocket N.W.A chain hangin'.
Leave ya brains hangin' for less than a dollar,
So if you ain't got a vest, better holla!
We got thows Impalas, new handguns and yayY for sale,
Give you a "dope track", so you ain't gotta pay Pharell!
And I ain't never spend a day in jail,
But I move weight like wells on rose crans with a 8th on the scale.
So you ain't gotta ask Dre - if I bang in Compton!
Just know when I'm cuffed, - I'm going straight to the gangmobs
With a county blue CBP on my neck,
And walk the mainline with eight TNT on my chest!
The kid hit the streets, he in the vest
With a hoodrat from Compton with a tattoo of Eazy-E on the breast!
She gon' riiide, it no matter homiez or cold D's,
Heads up! - That Revolver spin like gold D's!
And you ain't gotta know the Game to know he from Compton,
And out motto is "Fuck Da Police"! - HOLLA!

Aftermath, nigga...
'03 and after that...
We runnin' this rap shit!
Be concerned!
It's The Game... AKA Chuck Taylor!
I'm comin', nigga!
"100 Miles And Runnin'"...
You know I gotta holla at my nigga, D-Mack...
The Black George Clooney!
It's our turn, nigga!
I told you they weren't ready, dawg!
Who fuckin' with us?! [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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