G.A.M.E - studio

(feat. Young Noble (Outlawz))

Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters

Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada

Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD

I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV

So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog

And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog

If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog

I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on

Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know

if 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet

But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs

Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep

Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet

Better have that glock stuffed tonight

I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it

A block bust tonight

Getting American Money Easy, all I know

The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough

It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out

Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

Lace your tips, 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 gangsta or not

I give a fuck dog, 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 niggaz 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

Comin 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

Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop

Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot

Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out

Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out

Learn about your whereabouts and we right there

Me and Game have you left right there

N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z

We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese

I got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' ass

I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass

for a long time if you ever fuckin with mine

It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud

We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard

You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God

The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets

Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon