The Game - Exclusively lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke We came a long way but still we got so far to go [Verse One] Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly Politickin economy, if I could be a made n***a Smokin on e'ry n***a, balled out paid n***a Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field Deep with the sk**s for the bills I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill I bring the thrill like Will Clark I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth I serve the thunder, that sh** that'll brang in the roof [Verse Two] My n***az, stack riches, mack b**hes Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my n***a No-ble f**in bad b**hes at the hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash n***az give it up I got no time for that fake sh** Jersey to the Bay n***az thuggin even b**hes thinkin they sick So n***a basically the world is a ghetto Play a n***a out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow I keep it real with n***az that be true to me There's nothin you can do to me My crew is deep and real n***az rule the streets [Chorus] [Verse Three: The Game] Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You can't ball then it's probably the haters Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not I give a f** dawg, bullets is hot And every n***a gon' cry when he hit The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin sh** And your n***az ain't gon' ride for sh**, they know if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, n***az die for this The Game the reason all these n***az on that "Cali Love" sh** Compton n***az get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 f** you up like one time'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it [Verse Four] It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line Feelin like I'm runnin out of time It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better These streets got me hungry as ever Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle Organize the brains and muscle [Chorus] [Verse Five] You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels In the k**ing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin n***az'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history A Get Low n***a victory by f**in with my credibility