The Game - k**as lyrics

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The Game - k**as lyrics

[Intro: Elephant Man] C'mon! Elephant Man! (it's gonna be a ma**acre) Lil Jon! Ice Cube! Game! [Hook: Elephant Man & Lil Jon] [?] You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as [Verse 1: Lil Jon] I wish a motherf**er would say something f** around and get your goddamn a** whooped n***a I feel like startin' some sh** And I might just snap the piss, out a p**y a** n***a like you, n***a f** ya Take a 45 cross the head gun bu*t ya (yeah!) Ya'll p**y-a** n***as ain't hard Stomp that a** out like a million man march Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump Finger on the trigga, I'm ready to dump Blow a motherf**er, bye bye Point blank range, yeah n***as gon' die That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat Strap on my vest, put on my hat Motherf**ers outta line gettin' laid down flat Imma show you how a real n***a act [Hook: Elephant Man & Lil Jon] [?] You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as [Verse 2: Game] It's 3, the hard way Black Lambo, no pa**engers Black Ski mask, chain saw ma**acre Cube pa** me the AK-47 (Blacka) yellow tape the intersection Loaded clips, lock 'em in Got a black 45, call it Pac's revenge I'm a motherf**in' animal Lil Jon beat cannibal Every n***a in Atlanta Know I'm psycho insane about my cash They can re-open Alcatraz And sentence me the life without rehabilitation f** Governor Schwarzenegger, n***a it's my statement Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, right after you catch Osama Tell Mr. Waso, please let Oprah know That I won't ever stop sayin' b**h and ho [Hook: Elephant Man & Lil Jon] [?] You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as [Verse 3: Ice Cube] We run A-Town, we run LA Now get down on your motherf**in' belly Before this AK make you do a ballet It's the nut cracker, I'm the linebacker Three motherf**ers, hard as concrete Y'all motherf**ers soft as Gandhi Pull that thing out, now you a zombie [?] you know where I be West side rolling, all day, everyday Got your b**h open, you're f**ing with heavyweights Like, [?] my space And stay the f** outta my face Ghostwriters I'm on ya' From Atlanta, Georgia to California This sh** can't go no longer And when I catch ya, I'm a-don ya [Hook: Elephant Man & Lil Jon] [?] You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as You f**in' with some k**as You f**in' with the motherf**in' realist n***as

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