fucking with Game, Mr. Yayo. You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po. Verse 3 - The Game ------ Drive-by
Traduzione: The Game. Lay Low.
tellin' ya I'm over the stove (stove) Saying I'm just saying I ain't playin' I'm over the stove [Verse 1:] I'm in this rap game dope game tired pushing
t got what I'm knockin' Mutha fucka I'ma attempt to get me The convo before I go Joe Blow I'm robbin' niggas for they doe And hittin' the cuts and lay low
a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
ya need when ya see me I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low
a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
that You had this one won You guessed it wrong Cuz the game just begun [2] - Do I look like I was born yesterday? Better find another girl to play I must admit your game
readin the weakness like some Black Jack if niggas can't handle it they get stomped from that Mobb attack an if you come back from that stompin lay low
man, what you in for?" A murder beef, see? And that oughta prove to any fool Don't step up - and that goes for you Be true to the game and the game will
the game the way that it looks Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cup. The
a full clip round here Lil sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin up... [50 cent:] When I say I'll lay a nigga down
that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay
this money man, them hos come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros That simple mathematics
know, find me at my do' when the guns come out [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game