(The Game)
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That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin',
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You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed,
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Or he gon' get a black tux,
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And a free wake,
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How my bow tie lookin'?,
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You ready?,
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Let's go.
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When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down)
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If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, and out)
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Automatic rifle,
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And i'm blastin' on sight so,
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Ski mask, i'm psycho,
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My gun got night scope.
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Two in the leg knocked em, (down, down)
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From Thirty feet away he fell, (down, and out)
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Touch kids like Michael,
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One roll of the dice, oh!,
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You wanna gamble wit' your life,
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Nigga die slow.
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Now your casket goin', (down, down)
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Tony Yayo tried to run,
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I chased him, (down, and out)
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Cause' I hate the Jakes,
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Pat him down take his cake,
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He wanna be a clown nigga,
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Might as well paint his face.
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And that's how I get, (down, down)
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Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, and out)
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Used to ride wit' em',
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Slice up the pie wit' em',
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Got kicked out the group,
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Cuz I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.
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And that's how it went, (down, down)
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At Hot 97 we came, (down, and out)
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Had Thirty niggas wit' me,
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Niggas that sport the Dickies,
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Hoppin' out of cabs,
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We just want to talk to 50.
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We wanna know what's goin' (down, down)
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Security pulled heat it went, (down, and out)
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Had to shake the block,
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I ain't tryna' face the cops,
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Heard a couple shots,
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Then I seen shell cases drop.
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Told P-nut to get, (down, down)
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I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, and out)
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I said,"homie we can't leave em'",
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What if my nigga dyin',
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Soon as we hit Houston then,
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We heard police sirens.
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Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down)
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Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, and out)
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He on both knees,
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Blood squirtin' out his jeans,
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Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene.
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Either way it's goin', (down, down)
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So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, and out)
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Broadway in a black suburban,
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One thing on my mind,
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Go hard til' them fags get murdered.
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Cuz he tried to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
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But he survived and now he goin' (down, and out)
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To the station,
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Police at the Double-U waitin'
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On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em'.
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They wanna take a nigga, (down, down)
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We on the same elevator goin', (down, and out)
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Dodger fitted,
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Got the Hova lean,
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So they ain't notice me,
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Now they mad as fuck,
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And gotta watch my Range Rover leave.
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Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
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It's to Philly so i can lay it, (down, and out)
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Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X,
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Kicked up my Air Nikes,
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Then I slept the whole flight.
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Had a dream about it goin', (down, down)
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Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, and out)
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Missed the palm trees,
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Sunshine everyday,
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New York's my second home,
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But from in L.A.
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And i hold shit, (down, down)
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The throne was empty so I sat, (down, and out)
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And just handled my biz,
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Theres two sides to every westside story,
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And I just tell it like it is.
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And that's how it went, (down, down)
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On my son that's all that went, (down, and out)
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So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
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And radio stations nigga you know what happened.
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Me and Lloyd Banks aint, (down, down)
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Keep talkin' shit, i'll lay you, (down, and out)
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You niggas ran out the backdoor nigga,
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All I wanted to do was holla man,
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To see what was what.
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Y'all was too fuckin' scared to come, (down, down)
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You've been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, and out)
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So fuck y'all nigga,
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And it's like that,
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For life.
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Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)
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| The Game |
