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, death before dishonor, ride with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor, cold streets, telly mac keep the guns on 'em, they wanna know how that nigga from california, could run up on ya on any corner, put somethin on ya, how i stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma, dawg, i'm just livin for the moment, i'm from compton homey, but i'm like a center for milwaukee, cause i play for the bucks, and i keep the 40 on me, gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall, wait for q to rock me up, like cavi dawg, speakin of lle', i put 8 in, 10 jump back hard, and watch my money come back, like jordan in charge, i'm like the black yankees, they don't want me around no more, cause i hold the record for the most fiends roamin the boulevard, and when i'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel, of that new escalade with the foreman grill, steppin out of chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president, bullets flyin for them dead guys - that's president, led meltin inside your wig - that's president, 20's 50's and 100's burnin - it's all president, aiyyo i do this shit from compton to the mac block, high-tech collaborations with the gamblaz and blacksox, drillin 'em killin 'em if we ain't feelin 'em nigga, if sticky fingaz need some music straight stealin it nigga, shinin, in big trucks, big will in it nigga we climbin, to the top and we sealin it nigga, so back the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up, so keep yourself in line or you could get smacked the fuck up, jacked the fuck up, beat up bad and clapped the fuck up, wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck, over presidents, now you willin to give your life up?, put your kids on the line, and give your wife up?, over presidents, they got you soulless, so take this bomb and hold this, while we control this, for the streets, we comin with heat that's stolen, and we hustle universal, for that paper that we foldin, roll in 600's, beemers and 'llacs, we a team of cats, with the pens and gats, that fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached, we fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached, it's telly and young game the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler, no matter what the hustle, dough doublin, lle or the rock, give me a day and a spot, and i bet i'll come back with 10k in the drop, i'll stay in the spot, wearin a crop and coppin ounces, telly mac and game the hustler, we rock the house, and plus we the reason that the blocks is out, so my words to the wise is just watch your mouth, and you don't want it when the stainless out, what the game about, the bullets is in, your brains is out, all over frisco and compton dawg, we ruthless, and the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us dawg, so why the fuck you wanna knock us off, like we some high-powered cowards and y'all really the niggaz that's soft, still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack, it's telly mac and game the hustler, you can't change that,
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Artist: game, the