[Intro:]
Uhhh
Yay Yay oh Yeaah
Yeah Yeah
DJ Orator
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[Verse 1: Game]
There's a lot of sad people in the building, amen
Batman got niggas killing, God damn
We gotta pray for our people children, amen
I tell you honor let that pussy out
So I can light him up just like a church, preach
You let them out he getting murked, preach
Who in prison gon kill him first, preach
You gonna be riding in a hearse, oh preach
In that Maserati 2d, smoking on that oowee
Try not to brag, but I keep the cash
Got 50 racks in my Louie, got 40 more in my cuji
She riding round in that new me
So the fuck to feel my jewelery on
She mad about it bitch sue me
Yeah she blew me, that was last week
She call yesterday, I put her on her knees
And I let her pray, and I kicked her out
I gotta do me
Niggas always talking like they spit harder than Game
I done battled Jay, I done battle Fif' and I'm still sitting in my Range
Playing battlefield with a bad bitch swerving in and out of them lanes
You don't like me you can kiss my ass, my pinky ring and my chain
I done sold records, I done sold hoes, I done sold weed and 'caine
Got the game sewed up, nigga hold up, down south I'm Wayne
Pittsburgh I'm Wiz, New York I'm Jay
Atl I'm Andre, and in the MIA I'm Rozay
Bitch pass the Rose, I'm spazzing out, they ass is out
I'm cashing out Ke$ha
Nigga gonna bring back beemers
Resurrect around easter, get my check around?
Get my Rolls Royce: feet up, renew my french bitch: Visa
And hit the church, preach
Nigga so good I got a curse, preach
I threw that Bentley in reverse, screech
Uhhh
Yay Yay oh Yeaah
Yeah Yeah
DJ Orator
Turn it up Turn it up
[Verse 1: Game]
There's a lot of sad people in the building, amen
Batman got niggas killing, God damn
We gotta pray for our people children, amen
I tell you honor let that pussy out
So I can light him up just like a church, preach
You let them out he getting murked, preach
Who in prison gon kill him first, preach
You gonna be riding in a hearse, oh preach
In that Maserati 2d, smoking on that oowee
Try not to brag, but I keep the cash
Got 50 racks in my Louie, got 40 more in my cuji
She riding round in that new me
So the fuck to feel my jewelery on
She mad about it bitch sue me
Yeah she blew me, that was last week
She call yesterday, I put her on her knees
And I let her pray, and I kicked her out
I gotta do me
Niggas always talking like they spit harder than Game
I done battled Jay, I done battle Fif' and I'm still sitting in my Range
Playing battlefield with a bad bitch swerving in and out of them lanes
You don't like me you can kiss my ass, my pinky ring and my chain
I done sold records, I done sold hoes, I done sold weed and 'caine
Got the game sewed up, nigga hold up, down south I'm Wayne
Pittsburgh I'm Wiz, New York I'm Jay
Atl I'm Andre, and in the MIA I'm Rozay
Bitch pass the Rose, I'm spazzing out, they ass is out
I'm cashing out Ke$ha
Nigga gonna bring back beemers
Resurrect around easter, get my check around?
Get my Rolls Royce: feet up, renew my french bitch: Visa
And hit the church, preach
Nigga so good I got a curse, preach
I threw that Bentley in reverse, screech
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