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Текст песни GAME, THE - Troublesome

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Текст песни GAME, THE - Troublesome

[Chorus 2X: The Game]Real gangstas stand up, hold they dickBitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?I'm the type to pack a gat or fewPull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you[The Game]( )Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyinthat them big motherfuckers is twenty-fiveSwayin in and out of white line, six double-ohDeuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mineMines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confinedSee more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combinedIf there's beef, I'm releasin mineAnd I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats reclineThe kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blastI return shots like Arthur AsheYou do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodiesFuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta partyAnd I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivinShoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive himAnd the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awardsSo keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga[Chorus][The Game]Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rapthat'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's thatNiggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holstersCause I weave through traffic in a roasterBut that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin throughDroppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamberKeep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changerOne when I push the button's right next to the cupholderDog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the GameLet's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brainAin't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aimGood with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstainsAnd the coroner's real good with that pickupA1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit upCause I kill like the hiccups, two at a timePut you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line[Chorus][The Game]Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at homeIf beef cook then I'm bringin the chromeIf I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I livethrough the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta digWhen I think about who shot me, I listen to BigWhen I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to JigBump Nas off that purple, sittin on the blockAnd when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'PacA semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' gunsthan F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseysAnd you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thickMake the back of your head look like Jerome KearseyAnd ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hoodWe ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that rideBet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on itThink this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it[Chorus]

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