The Town

The Game

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    [Verse 1]
    Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga
    Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, nigga
    Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
    Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask!
    This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff
    Coke in your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what I’ve become
    Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove
    Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..
    Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll knock you niggas down
    Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town nigga
    King, mayor, all that. Niggas better fall back
    Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats
    Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
    Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
    Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black
    Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
    Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black

    [Hook]
    Niggas keep saying that they run this town
    They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
    Niggas keep playing when we come around
    I run them down, they wanted now

    Niggas keep saying that they run this town
    They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
    Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
    Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

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    [Verse 2]
    Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead
    I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
    Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar
    My Philly hat, my scarf
    Y’all niggas pushing light weight
    Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
    The fucking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe
    Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
    4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
    And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
    I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6
    Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
    And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill
    Bout to fuck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill
    In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso, bitch
    But I draw steel

    [Hook]
    Niggas keep saying that they run this town
    They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
    Niggas keep playing when we come around
    I run them down, they wanted now

    Niggas keep saying that they run this town
    They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
    Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
    Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

    [Verse 3]
    I ain’t never gave no fuck, why would I start now?
    Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down
    I declare war, pulling niggas’ cars now
    And I ain’t gotta fuck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
    Birds: knock em all down
    You could push record now
    Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now
    Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound
    Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now
    I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now
    Still fuck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now
    I got magazines inside of magazines
    Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
    Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
    Spread my fingers when I chew [?] from Georgetown
    Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown
    But if it ain’t a [?]
    I’m busting with the 4 pounds

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