The Game - d**h Penalty lyrics

[Chorus] For not being who you claim You get found guilty 2 counts of bein lame You get found guilty The Charge of f**in up the game You get found guilty Real n***as sentence you Dead Penalty [Fabolous] Uhhh Lets get back to this real sh** We ride no pump breaks Errbody takin like they the shooters Mann I ain't goin for them pump fakes These n***as is crump cakes Wish they would say some snake Get banged on like the treble makes The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake These n***as in my lane Lob city in these streets Jesus piece on my chain need God with me in these streets I went through hell to get to where heaven is Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish If she ain't ridin shotty AK 47 is Shorty came to me when she left her man I looked at her and said you sumthin else But the best way to get over sumbody Is gettin under sumone else On that note I'm in that 1,2,3 pin that Baby tellin me I'm the best I b yellin I been that In the club half a pill and a full clip Get a deal on a Rose no bullsh** [Game] There goes ghost I'm in that mothaf**a like pacman n***as talkin about robin I ain't goin for that batman King of diamonds like super Sunday 100 thou for that lap dance See straight thorugh you p**y n***as I call that a cat scan And on that note we in here Pink coroc pronto My gun throw bullets like payton manning My chic walk around wit that bronco Extend the clip in that conso 2 mill for that condo We gon shot for that green I ain't talkin no rondo n***a tryin to say that I ain't a G I point it at him said you sumthin else See these basketballs wife all around my table? We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps now pop open that tin pac Your life savings I spend that n***as fan of my instagram Beggin me for their b**h back Sendin treats to my B M Tryin to hack my email n***as wisperin to themselves All huddled up like females Your b**h about to be detailed I ain't sparin no details She choked up like Sprewell I drop her off in the v12 (niceeee) Ridin around wit that Houston rocket Keep all that of that Jeremy lin sh** in yo pocket [Chorus 2x] [Slim Thug] I'm goin back to cali I'm goin back to cali I'm out of drank and dro so I'm goin back to cali I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces Couple pounds of that kush I ain't the only one getting wasted Smoke a lil, sell the rest Ima hustla baby gotta Invest get mine plus interest you n***as still ain't winiing yet I just sold my 4th bentley Then I got that photo porche Bout to switch it up for the summa Thinkin bout that electric hummer Strapped up got extra armor in case a hatin n***a wanna play everythang I rep a 100 you could check my resume they don’t make em like me no more They don’t make a miss t no more I don’t see too many G’s I jus see a bunch of CP 4’s Lets get back to that real sh** That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill sh** East West and the South If you see a fake n***a point em out (point em out) [Chorus]