The Game - State Your Name, Gangsta lyrics

[Swizz Beatz (Game)] State your name, gangsta (The Game) Where you from, n***a? (Westcoast) You gon' hold it down? (Like we always do around this time) Enough said, n***a! [Game verse] I ain't leavin' mothaf**a I'm back You been away too long, I can't do nothin' 'bout that The 'hood askin' me "why do Bleek a tragedy?" And drive over Brooklyn bridge with Ca**idy I drove down Flushing, in the Rove down Flushing The 'hood show me love like I was Hov down Flushing Compton's most with the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx, fo' sho' Got Swizz blowin' that Cali dro, mo' f**a And I get off shots like Allie Moe at the Rucker Yeah, the bird flipper in Houston with the syrup sipper I'm nice around mics, word to Pippen Got a mean knuckle game, I learned my dippin' In '87 when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear n***as dissin', why you have to use Jay Let that man retire mothaf**a it's a new day [Swizz Beatz (Lil Flip)] State your name, gangsta (Lil Flippa) Where you representin'? (Houston) You gon' hold it down? (You damn right) Enough said n***a! [Lil Flip verse] I'll take you back to the block, them automatics are co*ked Try to snatch my watch, your dumb a** gettin' shot I got the block on lock and when the sh** get hot I'ma switch up spots, oh boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies f** your b**h when she lonely that's every other night I'll flip your wife with a dream, they call me Hustle Man n***a my money too big for a rubba band I'm a veteran, givin' fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' "Let Me In" My n***a Will in the pen, he 'bout to come home Hey tell these n***as I made a million off a ringtone I got a Spring home down in Tampa Bay I was raised off of Scarface and UGK Now it's my turn, I want that Puff money Matter fact, that ain't even enough money [Swizz Beatz (Ca**idy)] State your name, gangsta (Ca**idy, n***a) Where you representin'? (Philly, Pistolvania) You gon' hold it down? (You already know) Enough said, n***a! [Ca**idy verse] The streets wave ahead Ca** cause they know the industry fed Ca** I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years pa**ed, now my thugs puffin' like air bags You might see me out in Houston, on Flip' block With a sick watch, in an old school drop with a ripped top Forget it, I got sh** locked, n***a my sh** hot I'm the best that did it since Big Pop Out in the west coast with Game I let the toaster bang Or cut you more times than the cards in a poker game Cause most you lames wanna solve my battle with Free All y'all wanna battle for free See if you ain't got millions to bet or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' Before you get the sawed off and tossed off a boat or somethin'