The Game - Black Wall Street lyrics

(Verse) Yo I’m nothing like, I’m nothing nice Yo I’m nothing like something nice, f** the fight I’m out buckin right, weaving left, movin fast Duckin dogs under cars so cops don’t see my stupid a** Jibber this, jabber that, I’m clickin this, clackin that Hittin this, dappin that, getting this, stackin that I make movies, k**a sh**, action pack Realest sh**, gat for gat, thriller sh**, gangstas back You play if you dare, that any gon flare Rockin recline you like a Laz-E boy chair Ligaments damaged dead, need to get repaired again Good thing my bullets don’t look freak sh** in the handle M’s Money back guaranteed, if he gon die at the scenes Hunnid cash guaranteed if he don’t drop at the scene Why? I’m natural born uh sponsored links From the gravel of born get I can’t escape these things rattlin on I’m a don plus, I know how to calm s*uts A little got in the snap on, Castro born dutch I meant cappuccino and I ain’t talkin Starbucks Nor hot coffee, drop off me, I’m hot surely (Hook x2) Black Wall Street gang me bangin See the block they G’d up G’s up Dip said we ride or die Harlem war, oh my oh my (Verse) Them n***as gon ride in my back pockets Since Dre continental suicide, threw us black masks, black topics Said 10 in the co*kpit, rearview mirror Slammed in the tide in the nothing Coke in the barrel, hundred spokes on the wheels n***a I’m stuntin White air, one zen, I’m still 100 mails and runnin They gunnin for nothing, they missin so I’m still livin Dope game too hot and TV can’t come to my kitchen I’m still pitchin, Dre don’t know that I’m on the block hustling And if I was finished D low, they don’t say nothing I’m spraying, you bluffing, I’m laughing, you suffering The man that the peace ain’t talkin on, take flight – Teddy Ruffspin We do heavy shuffling, leave you in black tuxes Then Jordan camera, Harlem and Compton, we like blood cousins Them 24’s rubbin, so what? The who*es love it Eagle on the chest like the birth and then he go f** it Metal and me don’t mix, settling beef and sh** Black Wall Street, the dip set, I plead the 5th (Hook x2) Black Wall Street gang me bangin See the block they G’d up G’s up Dip said we ride or die Harlem war, oh my oh my (Verse) You know some tried to k** me I’m still here live it to one high ceiling You gone, you got come with the goons You could call me One-Eyed Willy That’s my system endormants I had Jason’s keep calling And I was late for some warrants How much I lost in the wave to the callin I was way gone and my k**as is heartless So quick to fill up a cartridge And my gorillas would get you Ain’t give a f** if you send that dealer the squash sh** Man handle in portions, and we sell it with love We flick up in clubs All you see is bandanas, gang bangers and portraits Cardiac and the meter’s raw Big gats when we leave on tour You broke a**, we don’t believe in lore The first rappers don’t know we go low Okay, got government issues, That got us in ghettos, we thuggin the pistols Pourin out liquor, the thugs be wit you Sending our love on a drug, hope it reach you Thugs sleep, it’s not but the eagle Beat the block, a grudge like I’m evil West side with the text flyin, Compton! See the block showin love to my people, Cali Chuck Taylors in kakis Chuck Taylor, he’s brakki We are the ghetto’s most wanted Hustling like sellers on track feet f** about jails or Patakis You uppin our sails in a crack beat That’s for Omar Braggin The revolution had started (Hook x2) Black Wall Street gang me bangin See the block they G’d up G’s up Dip said we ride or die Harlem war, oh my oh my