The Game - Down lyrics

Oooooh (The Game) That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin' You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed Or he gon' get a black tux And a free wake How my bow tie lookin'? You ready? Let's go When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down) If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, oooh well) Automatic rifle And I'm blastin' on sight so Ski mask, I'm psycho My gun got night scope Two in the leg knocked em, (down, down) From Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well) Touch kids like Michael One roll of the dice, oh! You wanna gamble wit' your life n***a die slow Now your casket goin', (down, down) Tony Yayo tried to run I chased him, (down, oooh well) Cause' I hate the Jakes Pat him down take his cake He wanna be a clown n***a Might as well paint his face And that's how I get, (down, down) f** G-Unit n***a I'm not (down, oooh well) Used to ride wit' em' Slice up the pie wit' em' Got kicked out the group Cause I wasn't gon' die wit' em' And that's how it went, (down, down) At Hot 97 we came, (down, oooh well) Had Thirty n***as wit' me n***as that sport the Dickies Hoppin' out of cabs We just want to talk to 50 We wanna know what's goin' (down, down) Security pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well) Had to shake the block I ain't tryna' face the cops Heard a couple shots Then I seen the shell cases drop Told P-nut to get, (down, down) I looked back and saw my n***a goin', (down, oooh well) I said,"homie we can't leave em'" What if my n***a dyin' Soon as we hit Houston then We heard police sirens Oh sh**!, it's goin', (down, down) Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well) He on both knees Blood squirtin' out his jeans Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene Either way it's goin', (down, down) So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, oooh well) Broadway in a black suburban One thing on my mind Go hard til' them f*gs get murdered Cause he tried to get my n***a shot, (down, down) But he survived and now he goin' (down, oooh well) To the station Police at the Double-U waitin' On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em' They wanna take a n***a, (down, down) We on the same elevator goin', (down, oooh well) Dodger fitted Got the Hova lean So they ain't notice me Now they mad as f** And gotta watch my Range Rover leave Hit the 95 and head, (down, down) It's to Philly so I can lay it, (down, oooh well) Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X Kicked up my Air Nikes Then I slept the whole flight Had a dream about it goin', (down, down) Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh well) Missed the palm trees Sunshinin' everyday New York's my second home But I'm from in L.A And I hold sh**, (down, down) The throne was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well) And just handled my biz Theres two sides to every westside story And I just tell it like it is And that's how it went, (down, down) On my son that's all that went, (down, oooh well) So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherf**in' magazines And radio stations n***a you know what happened Me and Lloyd Banks ain't, (down, down) Keep talkin' sh**, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well) You n***as ran out the backdoor n***a All I wanted to do was holla man To see what was what Y'all was too f**in' scared to come, (down, down) You've been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well) So f** y'all n***a And it's like that For life