GAME

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly

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"Yo you can keep asking them ****in' questions all ****in' day man
I told you what, I told you what the **** happened man
Told your partner the same thing man, how long a ***** gotta stay here?
Raggedy *** precinct"

There was money on the table with the bricks
I was in the living room feeling on this *****
Heard my car alarm goin' off on my six
So my dogs start barkin' and some *****s hit the fence
So I took my **** out this ***** mouth and walked to the window
Pull the blinds down and took one hit of the Endo
You *****s ain't doin' ****, but stealin' my neighbors rims so
Walked back to the couch and told the ***** to bend over
That's what I'm rolling with

Nah I ain't saying **** and I ain't snitching on nobody
Yeah that's my .45, but it ain't got no bodies
And two dead *****s, them is nobody
They should've torched 'em, then you wouldn't had no bodies
I mean look at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my **** like John Gotti
Feed the ***** to the sharks after dark
Man **** this **** I thought I told y'all

There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some ****
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
So I turned the radio down and cocked my 4 fifth, oh ****
Am I hit? Nah just a hole in my Jordan fitted
So I turn down all the lights and **** my 4 fifth
Seen some *****s jump in they Escalade and that was it
How much longer I gotta stay in this mutha****a?
Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke
But **** y'all got a ***** stressed
I gotta stay in this mutha****a until I confess?

****, y'all *****es better get some rest
'Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami
Before I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me?
Ya I **** with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy
*****s run around the hood singin'
They should get a Grammy
Hey you two mutha****as should get an Oscar
With this good-cop-bad cop ****, take me to process
'Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs
I watched First 48 so **** your twenty-five years
No evidence, no big
I don't know who split them *****s' wigs

Already told y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks
I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a ****
Then I heard my dogs barkin', there's some noise by the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 fifth
Then I seen three *****s by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer
Guess I had to welcome *****s to the gun store

Performance Contributor: Game

Writer: HOLLIS, CHAUNCEY A. / TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL

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