The Town

[Verse 1 - The Game] 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 'Math Eight, two fingers down get the ski mask This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff Coke in your lung, a muthafuckin monster is what I've become Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow 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, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat R.E.D. Album, bitch, everything else all black Eyes low, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat R.E.D. 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 [Verse 2 - The Game] 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 Mike face The fucking music's in danger, ain't a mic safe Mick Bibby, Mick 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 a ice pick And I write sick, meaning that my bars ill Fuck the world up, nigga, I'm a oil spill In the 4-wheel, paint job orange peel Not 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 [Verse 3 - The Game] 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 Wall now Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all soon 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 Woke up, laid everybody on the porch down Kill the drums, the track is a corpse now Spread my fingers when I shoot Kyle Watson from Georgetown Think it's a movie then its A.I, Georgetown But if it ain't a court 'round, I'm bustin' with the 4 pound