The Game - Lyrical Exercise

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[Chorus]

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5



[Verse 1]

I'ma flip right on the block

till I get life in the box

or till I get ice from a shot

but till den, itz chill jims

Ice and a watch

and yes nigga, we the bess nigga

like it or not

cuz ya'll be writin dead weight

like you got a red cape

when the 8 blast, ya fake xxx be scared straight

I'll rush on ya set, then cut you to death

get it right, knife stuck in ya neck

man you got two options cut me a check, or

stuff on the vest before you get bucked in the chest

I squeeze till nuffin is left

You'll get banged in the head wit revolvers like russian roulette

ya'll doin a lotta talkin, I'm tired of talkin

ya bout to hear tires screeching and iron sparkin

when the heata pop look who totin a sig

and it'll open ya lid like a sneaker box

If I creep you ock, I'ma spray ya way

In all black, like agent jay look this pay me day

I need dat, get ya spleen clapped

I'll make you bleed where you breathe at



[Chorus]

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

dis a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5



[Verse 2]

my name is v I to the r you s

and a new s glock, and a new vest

and a tre pound bout to lay down

a new set, cooperate

or I'm poppn 8 leave his crew wet

shit I'ma true vet

You don't want trouble see

cuz ma name got buzz

like a bumble bee

I hustle see

pounds of the white lady

Institution flow

everything I write crazy

I like gravy nigga

so I'm seein checks

ma dough mean

I grow green, like chia pets

see the ress say ma name out they fuckn lips

like I ain't word in the streets

like I ain't fuckn cyss

dese fuckn pricks

gonna learn to respect me

or the burna leave em burned whea ya chest be

burned in a nestlee

green urble

nigga ma green purple

when I zone dat

chrome wit the beam murk you

You need a oh, see me

I get em cheap

ma feens be missin teeth like ODB

but see this ain't bite

dis a oz from C-Y

smoke it and see why

ya might O.D.

yo see

I'm survin in the jungle

spittin shottis

so a nigga gettn bodied ain't suprisin

In the jungle

but, I'ma dam rida

I'm bout a dam dolla

You need suttn to smoke

give me a dam holla

dat tam product (game - you know what it is muthafucka)

smoke so good have the fiends knockin at the door

cockin back the 4, pop out noise

I play the block but watch out for the hop out boys

shit, 5 0

drive by slow

da sig pomet

cant fuck wit pigs

suttn like islamics

all I know is

skeamin 4 cash

heatas and mags

all dat xxxx I learned

they ain't teachin in class

It started from wit an ounce in a house

I was runnin shop

make sure they had it in

and make sure they come an' cop

I'm wanted ock

fight guyz wild

when I'm the 1

with the gun

with the cyclops eye

bet suttn ock

If you bet nuttn pop

beef like sex

b strapped, and catch suttn hot

I'm dat wise, that's why I wear the mask

F-Y-I, I'm too deep to get compared to Cass



[Chorus]

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5



[Verse 3]

If ya homie don't come wit half ma cheese

cuz this 3-5-7 be the mag I squeeze

For the chips I got chicks to come bag ma weed

no joke I smoke till I look half chinese

nigga

and ma eyes is about to shut

bent off a dub of haze

and a choclate dutch

I'll pop ya guts

leave ya bent ova bleedin

Ima boss, the dawgs

dat I sent ova squeezin

I can get ya house clapped up

get ya spouse snatched up

so pop, fly and get ya

mouth smacked up

act tuff

In ma pants

whea I'm tuckin the torches

still big

kill kids

like fuckn abortions

ock, I'm on the block

servin dat wet fever

o you smoke ?

1 tote, we makin em catch seizures

old heads kno I'm the truth

they bet visa's

I'm gettn bread

fuck chicken heads

I sex divas

and ma camp see ya

got an extra extra

large magazine but ya can't read it



[Chorus]

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

jus a lyrical excersise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5



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