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Lyrics to Gangsta :
G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them fly(Dip-set!)
We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our side(Lets ride)

1: G.A.M.E.]
Jim Jones swirvin, I got that I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade
Yeah, jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the .44
Gun smokin' like Suge
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta car
If that thing come out, its murder she
If Doc out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do everyday
Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like J
niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a out on the ave today
Bring the ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd Donnie Hathaway
blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff so they knockself out

[Chorus:
Now I with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, I'm in the West
Not petrified to put 5 in ya
Cause, we Certified
Stash the in the house
And I kill in the
That's the chill, when I pump, get it in the South
Icegrill, a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we Gangstas