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[Intro: The Game] These niggaz wanna see me, cause of the way I shine But it ain`t that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down
[Chorus] The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
[Verse: Lloyd Banks] Funny how the world revolves around my click Cause just a year ago, nigga ain`t had shit Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit It`s amazing the way the boy came up so quick But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit I`m the new nigga the others can`t stand The rubber band man, be god damned if I can Let another nigga feel my spot If a nigga steal from me, it`s the steel I pop I`m on my grind, so if you thought I chill I`m not Won`t stop letting the steering wheel peel the block
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[Verse: The Game] Banks, they think I`m Yayo`s replacement Nah, I ball it`s the G-unit walking through the matrix I`m signed to the doctor, and I ain`t got no patience So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been Almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001, I was playing my PlayStation and You heard 9 shots; I`m faced down with my heart pacing All I could think about was had my guns and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement
[Chorus 2X] Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I`m grown millionaires in my cell phone A year past now god did, and L gone And I`m sick boy, chopping with the wrong click To think about that, before I let the song stick Uh, who`s a limp? Please don`t get me confused with him Cause I`m down to going all round lose or win If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride Every strip block the projects is on my side A ghetto`s gone by the hundred grand on my arm Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke nigga
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