Dead People by Game
[Prodigy] (The Game)
We out in this... P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
We boyz in da hood... wanna see a dead body)
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mind
Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks
So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat finger fuckin her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
Start trippin over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V
[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin this money it's not bangin
You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin
Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back
Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me
And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein dollar
Signs spots stare at me too long
Have you seein that white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin it off
You was raised on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin o's off
[Prodigy] (The Game)
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