.40 Cal The Game

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[Intro]
Yeah, Aftermath, Chuck Taylor, let's go

[Verse 1]
[Holla fuck] I gotta say is N.W.A
You can do the math ya self, I'm fuckin' with Dre
I'm gangsta you can tell by the bud in my waist
Then I'll smoke a Newport and flick the butt in your face
Then you're know that dude is real
When a mark [?] bullet like Elway [?]
He a blood right? Why he doin' songs with Snoop?
It's business and ain't nobody on that dumb shit
Jerry curl [?] 86, where you from shit?
[?]
I took five, ain't nothing you can do to sleep him
Listen to Takeover but I learn from Ether
You go Hollywood, you [?]
I be known for [?] brids since Roddy Rowdy Piper
Was puttin' Hulk Hogan's ass into sleeper
And I ain't no Vince or Shane McMahon
But if you got a presidents, I got a Kane my man
[?]
I leave you bleedin' like [?]
[?] heroin
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