(feat. JT) (The Game) ****** don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out Breathe easy ***** they tryin to get them bullets out It was all good a week ago, you was callin shots in the hood ***** now you so {?} the hood Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya But no more rocks or **** spots in the hood Ghost town, ****** won't even walk in your hood I want respect like when ****** is talkin to Suge You cats gon' get with that, or get with the +Mac+ And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+, talkin 'bout this gat The kid still a hundred miles and runnin ****** smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm comin And **** MTV, I live in +The Real World+ Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause (Chorus 2X: JT) Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas ****in with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese You know J cats, like to sell you dreams And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything) (JT) It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot No questions, I'm takin my spot Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop JT, and the Game is hot It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters Man, show me the money then, pay me man It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes Mink coats and diamond clusters West coast we nothin but hustlers We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track Who you know that's as real as that? I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back (Chorus)
(feat. JT) (The Game) ****** don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out Breathe easy ***** they tryin to get them bullets out It was all good a week ago, you was callin shots in the hood ***** now you so {?} the hood Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya But no more rocks or **** spots in the hood Ghost town, ****** won't even walk in your hood I want respect like when ****** is talkin to Suge You cats gon' get with that, or get with the +Mac+ And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+, talkin 'bout this gat The kid still a hundred miles and runnin ****** smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm comin And **** MTV, I live in +The Real World+ Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause (Chorus 2X: JT) Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas ****in with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese You know J cats, like to sell you dreams And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything) (JT) It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot No questions, I'm takin my spot Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop JT, and the Game is hot It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters Man, show me the money then, pay me man It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes Mink coats and diamond clusters West coast we nothin but hustlers We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track Who you know that's as real as that? I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back (Chorus)
