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THE GAME lyrics : "Lyrical Exercise"

F/ Cyssero

[Chorus]

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[Verse 1]

I'ma flip right on the block
till I get life in the box
or till I get ice from a shot

but till den, itz chill jims
Ice and a watch
and yes ^!$$%, we the bess ^!$$%

like it or not
cuz ya'll be writin dead weight
like you got a red cape

when the 8 blast, ya fake $%&^ be scared straight
I'll rush on ya set, then cut you to death
get it right, knife stuck in ya neck

man you got two options cut me a check, or
stuff on the vest before you get bucked in the chest
I squeeze till nuffin is left

You'll get banged in the head wit revolvers like russian roulette
ya'll doin a lotta talkin, I'm tired of talkin
ya bout to hear tires screeching and iron sparkin

when the heata pop look who totin a sig
and it'll open ya lid like a sneaker box
If I creep you ock, I'ma spray ya way

In all black, like agent jay look this pay me day
I need dat, get ya spleen clapped
I'll make you bleed where you breathe at


[Chorus]
dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5


[Verse 2]
my name is v I to the r you s
and a new s glock, and a new vest

and a tre pound bout to lay down
a new set, cooperate
or I'm poppn 8 leave his crew wet

%#@! I'ma true vet
You don't want trouble see
cuz ma name got buzz

like a bumble bee
I hustle see
pounds of the white lady

Institution flow
everything I write crazy
I like gravy ^!$$%

so I'm seein checks
ma dough mean
I grow green, like chia pets

see the ress say ma name out they $#&@n lips
like I ain't word in the streets
like I ain't $#&@n cyss

dese $#&@n pricks
gonna learn to respect me
or the burna leave em burned whea ya chest be

burned in a nestlee
green urble
^!$$% ma green purple

when I zone dat
chrome wit the beam murk you
You need a oh, see me

I get em cheap
ma feens be missin teeth like ODB
but see this ain't bite

dis a oz from C-Y
smoke it and see why
ya might O.D.

yo see
I'm survin in the jungle
spittin shottis
so a ^!$$% gettn bodied ain't suprisin
In the jungle

but, I'ma dam rida
I'm bout a dam dolla
You need suttn to smoke
give me a dam holla
dat tam product (game - you know what it is mutha$#&@a)

smoke so good have the fiends knockin at the door
@@#!in back the 4, pop out noise
I play the block but watch out for the hop out boys
%#@!, 5 0
drive by slow

da sig pomet
cant $#&@ wit pigs
suttn like islamics
all I know is
skeamin 4 cash

heatas and mags
all dat $%&^x I learned
they ain't teachin in class
It started from wit an ounce in a house
I was runnin shop
make sure they had it in

and make sure they come an' cop
I'm wanted ock
fight guyz wild
when I'm the 1
with the gun
with the cyclops eye
bet suttn ock

If you bet nuttn pop
beef like sex
b strapped, and catch suttn hot
I'm dat wise, that's why I wear the mask
F-Y-I, I'm too deep to get compared to Cass

[Chorus]

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[Verse 3]
If ya homie don't come wit half ma cheese

cuz this 3-5-7 be the mag I squeeze
For the chips I got chicks to come bag ma weed
no joke I smoke till I look half chinese
^!$$%
and ma eyes is about to shut
bent off a dub of haze
and a choclate dutch

I'll pop ya guts
leave ya bent ova bleedin
Ima boss, the dawgs
dat I sent ova squeezin
I can get ya house clapped up
get ya spouse snatched up
so pop, fly and get ya

mouth smacked up
act tuff
In ma pants
whea I'm tuckin the torches
still big
kill kids
like $#&@n abortions
ock, I'm on the block
servin dat wet fever
o you smoke ?
1 tote, we makin em catch seizures
old heads kno I'm the truth
they bet visa's
I'm gettn bread
$#&@ chicken heads
I sex divas
and ma camp see ya
got an extra extra
large magazine but ya can't read it

[Chorus]
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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