The Game: Exclusively

feat. Get Low Playaz & Young Noble [21 seconds of ad libs to open] [Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke We came a long way but still we got so far to go [Verse One] Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field Deep with the skills for the bills I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill I bring the thrill like Will Clark I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof [Verse Two] My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up I got no time for that fake shit Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick So nigga basically the world is a ghetto Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me There's nothin you can do to me My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets [Chorus] [Verse Three: The Game] Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You can't ball then it's probably the haters Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot And every nigga gon' cry when he hit The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 Fuck you up like one time'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it [Verse Four] It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line Feelin like I'm runnin out of time It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better These streets got me hungry as ever Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle Organize the brains and muscle [Chorus] [Verse Five] You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility