Exclusively

Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

Yeah, I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow

At a pace for the papes, I thank y'all should know

I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin' me

And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly

Politickin' economy if I could be a made nigga

Smokin' on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga

Keepin' it real, I'm still deep in the field

Deep with the skills for the bills

I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill

I bring the thrill like Will Clark

I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth

You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth

I serve the thunder, that shit that'll bang in the roof

My niggas, stack riches, mack bitches

Blow fast swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks

Suave livin' with my vocals, outlaw like my nigga Noble

Fuckin' bad bitches at the hotel

There's nothin' to a boss, man we live it up

Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up

I got no time for that fake shit

Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin' even bitches thinkin' they sick

So nigga basically the world is a ghetto

Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in' a meadow

I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me

There's nothin' you can do to me

My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets

Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G

Talkin' 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas

You can't ball then it's probably the haters

Can't breathe then it's probably the desert

If you a gangster or not

I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot

And every nigga gon' cry when he hit

The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit

And your niggas ain't gon' ride for shit, they know

If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit

Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this

The Game the reason all these niggaz on that Cali Love shit

Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6

Fuck you up like one time'll do

And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard

Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin' bullets out your jaw

Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket

You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it

It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line

Feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time

It's now or never, chasin' this cheddar 'til things get better

These streets got me hungry as ever

Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game

Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain

To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle

Organize the brains and muscle

Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G

Talkin' 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

You like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze

Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery

Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels

In the killin' field makin' 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels

Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage

'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin'

Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground

After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya

Got ya body bein' scrutinized by a flock of doctors

Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history

A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin' with my credibility