Текст песни Game - 100

[Intro: Game](Johnny Juliano)(Cardo got ranks)Real nigga shitOther night at your cribIt was like me, Black, 40, OBWe just sittin' there talkin' 'bout lifePlay some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing [Verse 1: Game]Niggas called me to set you upWant me to come and wet you upCause you were out of townNigga like Biggie heard about the shit with DiddySo I came through to vest you upAnd I got a vest for 40, a vest for HushA vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and whatI got LA unified, you're better off committing suicideTeachers ain't testin' usSee I know how it feel to be platinum plusNiggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you upTat you up, but it's OVO blood moneyNigga catch these bullets like he catchin' the busDark fame is a mothafuckaDo a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifthHow soon they forget?Run up on you at your granny's houseLeave you lyin' like Fif'How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggasDrake told me not to trust you niggasYour energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggasJust walk around the crib like..Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitchesThinkin' 'bout the beef likeWe can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physicalThis my city, nigga everybody know itRidin' 'round town, just me and my four poundsTucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show itLA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shitNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guardLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shitYo 40 I'm fucked up [Hook: Drake]Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shitY'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' meAll I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100 [Verse 2: Drake]Thank me later, thanks for nothin'Thanks for bluffin'Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single fuckin' functionHad niggas tell me to my face how we were familyAnd how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budgetNow, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funnyPeople been reachin' out to me

And I'm on some straight unresponsive shitI would have so many friendsIf I didn't have money, respect and accomplishmentsI would have so many friendsIf I held back the truth and I just gave out complimentsI would have all of your fans if I didn't go popAnd I stayed on some conscious shitI would have so many more friendsIf I lost my success and my confidenceI'm in the club every time that they play the competitionIf they even play the competition and I seen the response they getNobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramidMight go to Jamaica, disappear againMy circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself [Hook: Drake]Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shitY'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' meAll I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100 [Verse 3: Game]Miss 4 Cent, that was my real niggaHeld a nigga down since he was a lil' niggaIf he was still alive, he would kill niggasHe was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, niggaKnow how it feel when you're missin' your nigga thoughCan't think so you roll up that indigoStressin' while drivin' down FigueroaBlowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my GhostMake a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me thoughGuess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie thoughYou niggas don't feel me thoughThat was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watchYou dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city thoughNot even to H-TownSo underground that I gotta be a trill niggaStrapped up from the waist downThat's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real niggaShit was so simple when Henchman was outHe had a young nigga right there with meSo happy when Bleu Davinci got outWe came up on these California streetsLA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shitNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guardLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shitGot a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?Don't even matter dawg cause I'ma always be a real niggaAlways be a real niggaI never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga [Hook: Drake]Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shitY'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' meAll I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100All I ever ask is 100
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