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lirik lagu haterz – the game

[verse 1: the game]
these rap n*ggas hate and they smile in my face
you rabbit n*ggas, man. the turtle ain’t one to waste
and, the radio debate what the f*ck they going to play
all the hot sh*t is my sh*t; they take what i say
play scrabble with my words and put it on the front page
they go find a picture of 50 and game
say it’s east vs. west; new york and l.a
since i dont’ b*tton up, now i’m beefin’ with jay
apologize in seconds
you n*ggas is reckless, you’re not going to pay me to beef
with a legend
my pride i’d protect it, the streets i respect it
i’m not trying to replace pac so accеpt
after 5 million records; the dr.drе lectures; and 3 world
tours
west coast resurrected
my form to the group of help was rejected
i felt abandoned so i threw away my necklace
[verse 2: the game]
i can hear n*ggas talking, whispering in the dark they’re
like dogs with no bark
when i pull over and park then guns starts to spark and the
bullets find the mark
n*ggas outlined in the chalk and i speak from the heart
when i say that i k!ll you, it’s simple and plain
don’t say sh*t about dre and don’t mention the game
this industry is fake and i can’t understand how a grown ass
man
sent a b*tch to the pen, how you snitched on stan; he’s a
b*tch like his man
he’d of did you for a grand. eminem called him stan
i’m going to say it again
if i had one more chance i would’ve break all of his ribs
with my bare f*ckin’ hands
i’m a gangsta with fire
you ain’t, you a liar
you ain’t got no pride, there’s a snitch in the wire
your fan base knows that you’re gangsta is dying
i won’t stop until that w*nksta retires

[verse 3: the game]
after 20 magazines and a couple of awards
i can close the first chapter; put my plaques on the wall
to the top of the billboard
who ever knew that i would sell more than destiny child and
u2?
or do a song with busta, go neck and neck with usher?
went gold in a week, i’m a bad m*th*rf*cka
this gangsta disciple and vice lord sh*t
brown pride, latin king
this is blood, this is crip
hit the impala switch
i keep a clip for any n*gga that said i f*ck his b*tch
or changed cause i’m rich, saying game used to strip
n*ggas weren’t saying sh*t until i came with a hit
now you want to see me dead, blood stains in his whip
take a father from his son, put my name in cement
after i’m gone they gonna sample my songs
you can bury my bones but my music lives on

- the game

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