Burnin’ Checks The Game (Ft. Fivio Foreign)

[Intro: The Game, Fivio Foreign & Eazy-E]
Everybody from New York, rappin' about my Adidas
And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything
I wanted to put my city on the map
Ayo, Peso, what these niggas want from me
Ha, it's Fivi'
Drillmatic mean all them small-ass handguns goin' to hibernation
Let's do it
Drill 'em (Drill 'em)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Straight out the coast, right by the ocean
We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'
We in them Rari's, them bitches is floatin'
Know they can see us with the top open
Twin exhaust, show 'em what smoke is
I make the call, killers in motion
We leave 'em raw like dinner at Nobu
He don't want no beef, he only eat Tofu
Antisocial
The Draco talk, I don't speak to you
Pull up on the side of the car, just to see it shoot
Where them niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle
We ain't them niggas you hide from
Hit 'em in the knee and the thigh once
Turn a 6'5" nigga 5'1"
We got them opp packs
We roll up and smoke 'em to God Son
We burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell 'til God come
I'm the live one
I'm the one that keep it lit
I'm the one they should remember
You the one they gon' forget