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Game’s Pain (Feat. Keyshia Cole) – The Game

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[Intro/Chorus – Keyshia Cole]
Eyyy-yeaa…
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah…
Heeeey, yeah…
See ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I’ve been in this game, it’s a new day
And I’m makin it known ’cause, I just want the world to know
I’m payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I’m payin homage ’cause, you’ve paved the way for meeee, ye-yeah

[The Game]
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California’s my birthplace
So I’ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York
“Juicy” had us feelin like we was from New York
And that’s real shit, blazed the Philly
It’s “Summertime”, shout out to Will Smith
’cause who didn’t wanna be the (Fresh Prince)?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks
My nigga Nas told me “Money Make the World go Round”
and Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down
I’ve been around Hip Hop since ’85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I used to think LL stood for “Love LA”
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I’ve been in this game, it’s a new day
And I’m makin it known ’cause, I just want the world to know
I’m payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I’m payin homage ’cause, you’ve paved the way for meeee, ye-yeah

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[The Game (Keyshia Cole)]
Public Enemy and N.W.A
is on my boombox, had to say
“Today was a Good Day” had the hood buzzin
Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y’all niggaz cain’t tell me nothing
Everybody first bootleg was “Boyz N the Hood”
Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood?
When the cars ride by with the “Boomin’ System”
Two door Mustang, and the roof was missin
Every girl at’cha school had the new extensions
Even gangstas was dancin like New Edition
’cause the house parties stayed rockin all night
Niggaz came through and shot it up but it was alright (alright)
’cause after the cops left, it was a party then
You down with O.P.P.? Then bring Naughty in
They say “It Never Rain in Southern California”, Tony! Toni! lied
Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
in the back, I relax with all the hunnies
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make ’em say “WHOA!”
Everything full circle, Game livin major
Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager
Now I’m on the top, let the champagne pop
Throw ya hands in the sky ’cause The Game don’t stop
Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talkin ’bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan ’bout Big Daddy Kane
Don’t know him, Game gonna show ’em
Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G
When it’s all said and done, you niggaz gon’ quote me

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[Chorus]

[Outro: Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understaaaaand..
You paved the way (for me)
I’m givin homage (to you)

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Runnin’ (Feat. Tony Yayo) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Runnin’ (Feat. Tony Yayo)

[Chorus]
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain’t promised to me
Don’t just want a piece I want my whole destiny
(If you got it)
I’m gone take it
(If you’re in it)
You’re coming with me
(Bench warmers)
Get no playing time
(No sleeping)
Till I cross the line
I’m runnin’

[The Game]
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car
blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate
God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans
But (I’m runnin’) like New York pedestrians
Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again
It’s funny how niggaz be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin
She fuckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz
Now she beggin God’s mercy cause she ain’t listen to Nas
And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey
He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton
Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient
True story

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
If I get knocked with my gun nigga I’m runnin’
If I catch a murder one nigga I’m runnin’
Homicide come around and they keep on coming
That’s why I’m out of state and I keep on runnin’
I ain’t Nelly but my desert eagles on girl
Just dropped bail traveling the world
When I sign my deal I said fuck jail
I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil
This shit real fuck an appeal
D’s want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill
Sling dope sling crack and them e pills
That’s why I’m on the low like a damn navy seal
I’m runnin’

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[Chorus]

[Game]
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain’t no coming back from Go
So I gotta get my album in place
My G-Unit features
My Eminem sixteens
My Dr. Dre beats
And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge and he ain’t sign me
Niggaz threatening my life like it’s hard to find me
See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis
My mom said I’m hard head
I don’t follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes
And I’m dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they think I’m trying to take his spot
I’m in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop
Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got
They say I’m the next in line and if I get shot
Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop
Make yo chest move
Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool
Jimmy Iovine was the best move

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Dr. Dre, Pt. 2 – The Game

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[Dr. Dre:]
In Compton, you either a blood or a crip
Nigga ain’t no one in between
Shit was a hard decision for him to make, cause both his parents was crips
His Uncle Greg was a crip, he died when he was 5
His brother Jevon, he got murdered when he was just 13
After that he decided that being a crip just wasn’t for him
So he ran across the tracks until everything turned red
And never looked back

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Hit The J (Feat. Lifestyle) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Hit The J (Feat. Lifestyle)

That Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain’t try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don’t wanna hit the J
She don’t wanna hit the J
She don’t wanna hit the J
She don’t wanna hit the J

Don’t want an undefeated title, don’t want my chain
Don’t want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggas know it’s game
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain’t dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What’s the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that’s right, that’s right
You know I’ll be digging, I’ll be eating on the kitten, I’ll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin’ in ‘er mouth
She do everything ‘xcept smoke that mean let a nigga poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain’t try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit the J)
She don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit the J)
She don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit it)
Now she don’t wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

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Hit these bitches in my face, I’m blowing up
And when I’m stepping in the place, we’ll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell ‘er, homie break that down, and we gon roll it up
It’s Friday and she ain’t got shit to do
And we ain’t got shit to do
So umm, what’s good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
I know she ain’t trying to hit that J
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I’ll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I’ll smoke them till it’s no more, I’m like the pack ten
I’m ’bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we ’bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain’t try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit the J)
She don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit the J)
She don’t wanna hit the J (she don’t wanna hit it)
Now she don’t wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

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