Not Gunna Leave The Game (Ft. Paul Wall & Trae tha Truth)

[Chorus: Tracy Lane & The Game]
Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game
Do I look like I'm smokin' and I'm off that 'caine
Can't y'all see what the hell is going on
Don't sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong
You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon' leave
And I’m not going home ‘till I’m sittin’ in a throne
You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die
If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye

[Verse 1: The Game]
Hopped off the G4 lift the G5
Brushed off my G6s hopped in the G-Wagon
Roll through the city of Gs
On the west side niggas throwin' up Bs
On the east side niggas bangin' Cs
And holla' Black Wall Street 'till Shyne is free
The ‘hood ain’t the same now, bitches wanna holla’
Trae riding shotgun in a cherry Impala
Chrome hydraulics the beats is knockin'
West coast we keep it rockin' if there's drama we poppin'
It’s 1-8-7 when I bang that Manurhin
Spin yo' ass around like that chain Ma$e be wearin'
Motherfuckers, I'm bangin' Swishahouse
And Paul Wall got niggas screwin' my shit down south
Bitches see me on TV they feelin' me now
Say I rap like I'm from Texas and they like my style