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lirik lagu outro (red bandana) – the game

[intro]
not! [echoing]
blackwall street
the game
beach boy
charli baltimore (he wears a red bandana)
rockstar
we are the black gang
free shye
motherf-ckers! (he wears a red bandana)

[chorus]
on the front of murder talk (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world know (he wears a)
every n-gg- in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell ’em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he wears a)
even my crip n-gg-z know (he wears a red bandana)

[verse 1]
chea chea
dear god let me clense my soul, throw away all the rims and the gold
o no i can’t do that, do i love god? true dat, but i got a gun so move back
i’m loco like 5 eases in the side of chevelle ridin on low pros
i’m a renegade ride with the 44, been a g-ngb-nger all my life, f-ck the popo
i ain’t never been a c-cky kid, know they could kill me if they shot pac and big
but i let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we g-ngb-ng
i move that chronic and yayo, way before i met 50, banks, buck and yayo
ask eminem, even dr.dre knows, i put one in last ten in the range rov
used to push that rock like jay hov, you better lay low when the ak blow
or get wings and a halo, run to the hood and tell ’em i’m the n-gg- they gotta pray for
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i said run to the hood and tell ’em
i’m the n-gg- they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low

[chorus]
on the front of murder talk (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world know (he wears a)
every n-gg- in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell ’em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he wears a)
even my crip n-gg-z know (he wears a red bandana)

[verse 2]
chea chea
i’m a g-ngb-nger don’t get it f-cked up
you ain’t never bang, you ain’t never laces chucks up
so how the f-ck you gonna criticize me
i ain’t the reason n-gg-z is bangin the nyc
makin bullsh-t threats on the mic
i don’t wake up in cold sweats when i sleep
i live comfortably, with a red rag tied
around the 45 in case n-gg- try to come for me
mad cause i started my own company
i don’t know what the f-ck n-gg-z want from me
except something for free
before the doc-mentary dropped, you b-tch n-gg-z wasn’t b-mpin me
and to some degree, i gotta keep that 4-5th under me, i don’t run from beef
it’s either c-ck back, squeeze
or be underneath cause i’m from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother died before i was multi
wasn’t raised right cause my parents was both high
high off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train
mama told me i was the future, and one day i’d be high like soul plane
just don’t bang/ but back then
i’d do anything for a jheri-curl and a gold chain
n-gg-z always got something to say
like they ain’t never b-mped nwa
punk n-gg-z talk sh-t, but when they need hits they come runnin to dre
n-gg-z come to la when they need to talk
cause kanye told everybody jesus walks
bush killed more n-gg-z in the towers then g-ngb-nging ever did
that’s why they need new york

[chorus]
on the front of murder talk (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world know (he wears a)
every n-gg- in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell ’em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he wears a)
even my crip n-gg-z know (he wears a red bandana)

[outro]
yeah motherf-ckers
chuck taylor
oh you thought i forgot about that alias huh?
i’m going back to my roots
g-unit is dead
as a staff, a record label, and a motherf-ckin group
your clothes can’t sell
your shoes are straight garbage
your movies suck!
chicken little killed you n-gg-
hahahaha [echos]
how you like it n-gg-
i took your style
i ain’t doin no third verse
i’m just talk to you n-gg-
like you do when you get mad at me cause you can’t f-ck with me lyrically motherf-cker!!!
you gonna do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks
you like the rap linsey lohan you f-ckin f-ggot
write 8 bars about me n-gg-
i do this sh-t all day 50!
curtis jackson
boo boo
marcus… snitch
blackwall street ceo motherf-cker!
hurricanes in stores december 26th
stop snitchin stop lyin the dvds in stores december 6th
it’s a tell all n-gg-
wait till my movie come out
i’m glad it ain’t based on my life
with that knock off 8 mile sh-t
you could never be eminem motherf-cker
you ain’t lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, big or pac
and in the modern day… today, tomorrow, next week
you can’t f-ck with the game n-gg-!
out

- kumpulan lirik lagu the game