The Game - The Games lyrics

[Juelz Santana verse] Yo, I'm nothing like, I'm nothing nice Yo I'm nothing like something nice, f** a fight I'm out bucking right, weaving left, moving fast Duck and dodge under cars so cops don't see my stupid a** Jibber this, jabber that, I'm clickin' this, clackin' that Hittin' this, jackin' that, gettin' this, stackin' that I make movies, k**er sh**, action packed Realer sh**, gat for gat, thriller sh**, Jackson pack You play if you dare, this 80 gon' flare Rock and recline you like a Lazy Boy chair Ligaments damaged and need to get repaired again Good thing my bullets come with free shipment and handlin' Money back guaranteed if he don't die at the scene Hundred cash guaranteed if he don't drop at the scene I'm natural born, from the gravel up on I get gate, these stakes keep rattlin' on I'm a don, plus I know how to calm s*uts A lil co*k and a snap on fat from Von Dutch I'm the cappuccino and I ain't talkin' Starbucks No hot coffee, drop off me [Game verse] Red rag in my back pocket '63 Continental, suicide doors, black mask, black topic Santana in the co*kpit, rearview mirror, bandana tied in a knot and Coke in the grill, hundred spokes in the wheels, n***a I'm stuntin' White Air 1's and I'm still a hundred miles and runnin' They gunnin' for nothin', they missin' so I'm still livin' Dope game too hot, MTV can't come to my kitchen I'm still pitchin', Dre don't know that I'm on the block hustlin' Engineers find work in the studio, shhh... they don't say nothin' I'm sprayin', you bluffin', I'm laughin', you sufferin' Your man at the precinct talkin' on tape like Teddy Ruxpin We do heavy shufflin', leave you in black tuxes Jim Jones and Cam'ron, Harlem and Compton, we like Blood cousins On 24's, rubbin', so what the who*es love it Eagle on your chest like the Byrd Gang, n***a f** it Wall Street and Dipset, I plead the fifth [Jim Jones verse] You know some tried to k** me, they better run, how silly Cause I come with the goons, you can call me One-Eye Willy It's gonna take some endurance, I had cases in courts And I was facin' some warrants, almost got lost in the wave of the current And my k**ers is heartless, so quick to fill up a cartridge And my gorillas will get you, I give a f** if you send Mandela to squash it Manhandlin' Porsches, and we set up with thugs We flip up in clubs, all you see is bandanas and gang members in porches Car jackin', the weed is raw, big a** when we leave on tour So pull gas we don't believe the law, the first rise on the Reigal law We got government issues, they got us in ghettos, we thuggin' with pistols We pourin' out liquor to thugs, we miss you We sendin' our love on a dub, hope it reach you The snub or the Eagle, hit the block and grudge like I'm evil Westside where them techs fly, Cedar Block, showin' love to my people Chuck Taylor's and khakis, Chuck Taylor, he's bracky Three of the ghetto's most wanted, hustle like sailors on Trackspeed f** about jails and patackies, you uppin' our sales in the crack feed That's for Omar Bradley, the revolution has started Black Wall, Dipset, we bangin' Dipset we ride or dyin' Black Wall Street g**nin'