The Game - New Jack City lyrics

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The Game - New Jack City lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, lift 38th, I don't care what you b**hin' O.D. on the track, need drug intervention Look around hip hop, n***as walkin' in fear We call the n***as, get tossed off a tier Strong, hearted n***as get tossed off a pier If it's my n***a, I'm gettin' tossed off a tear Yeah, tell Rick Ross I'm here All you gotta do is call me, cheers Exterminate your rap for ya Send a b**h to bust a gat for ya Call me G-Money, I am that for ya I do for Nas, what I do for kids Hop out why, yo broad day, and shoot the sh** n***a, do for Snoop, what I do for Dre Violate my probation, let the rumors spray Yeah, do for Shyne what he did for Puff Sit in jail for ten years, who f**in' with us? [Bridge] We are hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Tell my mother that I can't stop makin' it Tell her that my rags still hangin' Tell her that my names still ringin' That's how I live and die, on top of the world n***a's see I switch it slow 40 Ounces, rollin' down the liquor store Got your ear twisted, but you don't hear me though Back 4 to 4 times, n***a here we go Oh, top down in the Phantom, the joints we smoke Flyin' high, now I know Oh, it's a new jack city, it's a new jack city [Verse 2] If Wayne is Nino, I bought Tha Carter If it's Lakers vs. Celtics, I'm the departed T.I. goin' in, I'm comin' out Drop top Phantom's, show 'em what the song about Roc-A-Fella used to (?) out But I'm runnin' over sh**, yeah bringin' the Hummers out Gave Jim Jones my rag, let him rock it Gave Young Money my flag, right pocket Do it right if you gon' do it And make sure you wipe it off it you gon' shoot it All I used to do was sell crack and smoke Buddha And now I'm poppin' Chris, cause I know Luda If you say "f** Game", you better (?) chains Get a vest, and start workin'n on your motherf**in' (?) game f** money n***a, I got enough fame And you could trust Game [Bridge 2] Sittin' on the top of the world with his hands up If you into gettin' money, this the anthem Somebody tell my grandmama that her grandson Got the hood on his shoulders and he can't run He got to stay and fight [Verse 3] For my soldiers, the goons and the goblins These rap n***as characters, Batman and Robin Me? I had the Louie ville bad, and I was robbin' Red sh** on my head, I was Rodman And I rebounded after G-Unit I sell records, Jimmy ain't gotta sneak units Used to walk to the door, my spotted peak through it Sit, stare at my 'Pac poster and speak to it Crack hip-hop, and let The Chronic seek through it n***as feedin' off me, cause I eat music With my Dre headphones on, think to it You waitin' on Detox? This the leak to it

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