(feat. JT)

[The Game]

^!$$%z 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 dope spots in the hood
Ghost town, ^!$$%z won't even walk in your hood

I want respect like when ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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]