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

1: G.A.M.E.]
Jim Jones swirvin, I got purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the pole
Yeah, Harlem's like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you outta movin' car
If that thing come out, its she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the
Nigga, we do this
under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggaz ride like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave
the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm
And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they out

Bezel]
Now I with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the
Not petrified to put 5 in ya
Cause, we Certified
the mill' in the house
And I kill in the
That's the chill, I pump, get it crunk in the South
Icegrill, like a meal in my mouth
Cause, we Gangstas