The Game - Trunk Music lyrics

[The Game] Y'all n***as see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin That them big motherf**ers is twenty-five Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined If there's beef, I'm releasin mine And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast I return shots like Arthur Ashe You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies f** bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party And I'll make sure ain't a n***a survivin Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a n***a there to revive him And the Game ain't tryin to win, f** the awards So keep that little-a** horn, and that Neil Armstrong n***a [Chorus] [The Game] Trust me dog, ain't sh** you can put in your rap That'll make you a gangsta, you a b**h and that's that n***as thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through Droppin all y'all n***as with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer One when I push the bu*ton's right next to the cupholder Dog we can get this sh** over, I got ten on the Game Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains And the coroner's real good with that pickup A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that sh** up Cause I k** like the hiccups, two at a time Put you n***as next to each other how I do 'em in line [Chorus] [The Game] Come through in a big boy, leave the bullsh** at home If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when sh** get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it Think this sh** a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it