lirik lagu the game - lay low
verse 1 – techniec
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in the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat,
smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya’ll know the way i rhyme,
i’m a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,
get your wife good and ball it out till your time up.
want to k!ll him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
rather be filthy rich, over a filthy b-tch.
wasn’t for the flows,
wouldn’t be no hoes jocking and breaking their necks to get your’s,
so i suppose, rockin’ show, knocking hoes,
flockin, i’m clocking dough, i control,
rock-n-roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load,
and they come through shoot it up,
fist fight, threw it up,
terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.
no question we’ll bust glocks in fast cars,
blocks in nascars, couple of bad brahs.
we got a few with us, none 50 trust,
you b-tches h-t the bus, you n-gg-s ease up.
chorus – the game
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i heard another n-gg- from that g-unit click talking sh-t,
she’s tony yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
he’s on 50’s payroll.
you want to die all you gotta do is keep on f-cking with game,
mr. yayo.
you n-gg-s snitches that’s the reason i threw out my g-unit chain,
i ain’t the po-po.
verse 2 – techniec
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you rap guys better stick to rap,
cause colliding with hood n-gg-s that spit it
will get you so call k!llas clapped.
and you’ll think it’s the fans,
but my n-gg-s got the m 1 sixes, get loose in the stands,
techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in his pants.
so i’ma just fall back, n-gg- i could lose you for a grand,
no gunpowder, residue in the hand.
they want to see tech fly, they rather see tech in the can,
i spit grams, till the check in the hand,
when the tec in the hand, respect my demand,
or i’ll find your set in a jam when the tec will go blam!
chorus – the game
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i heard another n-gg- from that g-unit click talking sh-t,
she’s tony yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
he’s on 50’s payroll.
you want to die all you gotta do is keep on f-cking with game,
mr. yayo.
you n-gg-s snitches that’s the reason i threw out my g-unit chain,
i ain’t the po-po.
verse 3 – the game
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drive-by, violator in the bentley coupe,
ghost town outside, ain’t n-body to shoot.
they call me noman for all the heads i shot,
they call you state evidence for all the dime’s y’all dropped.
real love cause i’m a million dollar k!lla,
got banana clips for you so called gorillas.
g-unit cap peeling till i d i e,
you looking for me, southern cali is where i be.
chorus – the game
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i heard another n-gg- from that g-unit click talking sh-t,
she’s tony yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
he’s on 50’s payroll.
you want to die all you gotta do is keep on f-cking with game,
mr. yayo.
you n-gg-s snitches that’s the reason i threw out my g-unit chain,
i ain’t the po-po.
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