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Lyrics to Gangsta :
G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where tec's 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 purple I'm blowed
grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's how I roll
Red wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun smokin' Suge cigar
me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If that thing come out, its she wrote
If Doc out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do everyday
Llamas the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave
the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie
Westside blood-gang, niggaz know I'm about
And they know I'm ruff so they knockself out

Bezel]
Now I ride my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the
Not to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Certified
the mill' in the house
And I in the drowt
That's the chill, when I pump, get it in the South
Icegrill, like a nice meal in my
Cause, we Certified