The Game - Lyrics
Ayo Ron, me up a little bit Ayo Just Blaze, you on ya shit About to turn me into a motherfuckin' or somethin' now on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me Yeah!
1]
Standin' on the top of the Tower Starin' down at New York Like the of Biggie My state the crime rate I think I'm John Hit niggaz in the head, with all red Ferrari Like the Liberace Diamonds cover When The Game on, the world sit down and watch me The The new Jay I dove In the pot And got Mixed with soda The black The Costra Nostalgia 2 snub nose .38's inside holsters me a +Young Gun+ but im not from +Philly+ But its a whole lotta at +steak+, the beef killed it I'm about to blaze, bungee off a building with no rope The Game no joke That Bruce Wayne shit get yo ass laid out I'm Clark Under tint But you can me
It's a bird, it's a Naw nigga, it's the Game
I'm I leap over tall If a nigga touch my
Yeah you gotta see You see "S" on my vest? And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09
It's Faster than a bullet When I it you can blame it on
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Hit the block the white powder Fiends jumpin' from the throw line like Dwight Howard With the on I spit the of crack that they waitin' on be right back Told you it wouldn't take Fuck wit my I'm in ya ass like thong Black out the drillin' on the stocks Cover the plates and park the shit around the block Jump out the phone booth wit infrared's on the On some Call of Duty shit, a life Xbox My is python A with ice on Marble floors through the mansion just to roll my on Hennessy'd up Coca Cola at my superpowers You fuckin' That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass out Pull Escalade out Motherfucker
It's a bird, it's a Naw nigga, it's the Game
I'm I leap tall buildings If a touch my millions
you gotta see Superman You see this "S" on my And Lois Lane shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's than a speedin' bullet When I it Motherfucker you can it on
3]
Fuck and Robin Bring that Batmobile through Nigga, rob em Escalade trucks all armored up And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy cap Cover my waves hollow tip my ass covered by my army surplus ski mask Welcome to Dump the ash in the bomb The phantom ash The last Of I was greasin' my Like the do Box it Tarver, nigga i can see Roy, too X-ray vision, I can see a too I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out Detroit do Yeah, die I'm over sky scarpers five Lakers When it to my paper And I stop 'til i can buy Vegas You fuckin' The Man of Steel, a.k.a.
It's a bird, it's a Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin'
I'm I leap over tall If a nigga touch my
Yeah you see Superman You see this "S" on my And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09
It's Faster a speedin' bullet When I it you can blame it on
Yeah Me and Just Blaze in this Sky High on you Yeah I'm Compton Stop askin' me if I still in the hood, nigga I'm a motherfuckin' millionaire, I had to move, Know where I now?! In the sky And all you punk ass niggaz hatin' me Sweepin' on my mothafuckin' name Know I'ma do to you niggaz?! I'ma fly up, up and away on you punk ass G4 Black Wall, Black yeah I no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman Blaze! I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Up, up and away!