Larrance Dopson - The Town lyrics

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Larrance Dopson - The Town lyrics

[Verse 1 - The Game] Back on the block n***a, chains on the rocks n***a Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc n***a Back with the doc, so I just throw up the 'Math Eight, two fingers down get the ski mask This is body bag sh**, that open the bag spliff Coke in your lung, a muthaf**in monster is what I've become Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you n***as down Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n***a King, mayor, all that. n***as better fall back Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that's what I call cats Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back Eyes low, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat R.E.D. Album, b**h, everything else all black Eyes low, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat R.E.D. Album, n***a, everything else all black [Hook] n***as keep saying that they run this town They don't run this town, n***a I run this town n***as keep playing when we come around I run them down, they wanted now [Verse 2 - The Game] n***as better break bread and n***as better play dead I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head Everything's straight red: my b**h, my car, the tip of my cigar My Philly hat, my scarf Y'all n***as pushing light weight Ryan Russell n***as falling down, tryna put a hand up in Mike face The f**ing music's in danger, ain't a mic safe Mick Bibby, Mick Vick, n***a, Mike Jake 4th album, cause I do my sh** the right way And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day I'mma have a nice b**h sitting in the white 6 Coldest rapper alive: I write with a ice pick And I write sick, meaning that my bars ill f** the world up, n***a, I'm a oil spill In the 4-wheel, paint job orange peel Not like Pica**o b**h, but I draw steel [Hook] n***as keep saying that they run this town They don't run this town, n***a I run this town n***as keep playing when we come around I run them down, they wanted now [Verse 3 - The Game] I ain't never gave no f**, why would I start now? Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down I declare war, pulling n***as' cars now And I ain't gotta f** Sarah Palin to lay the law down Birds: knock em all down, you could push record now Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Wall now Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all soon Gun-bu*t a n***a in the grill, try to floss now I set the bridge on fire, try to cross now Still f** Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now I got magazines inside of magazines Woke up, laid everybody on the porch down k** the drums, the track is a corpse now Spread my fingers when I shoot Kyle Watson from Georgetown Think it's a movie then its A.I, Georgetown But if it ain't a court 'round, I'm bustin' with the 4 pound