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  • Текст песни Game feat La Roux - The Kill

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    [La Roux - Sample]
    I’m going in for the kill
    I’m doing it for a thrill
    Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand
    And not let go of my hand
    (x2)

    [The Game]
    Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute
    Won’t you put that blunt down ‘fore you put the chronic in it
    Before you do that drive by, listen for a second
    Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon
    If you use it like you ‘posed to than you could be Malcolm X
    Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks
    Don’t be a follower n-gga, be a leader
    And if that mean’s I’ll lose you on Twitter than so be it
    Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding
    Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding
    Her baby in the projects, I’m supposed to be proud of Compton
    I’m just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton
    I put on for my city like Jeezy say
    Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day
    And since they did Oscar Grant like Emmett Till
    Crack the Patron seal

    [La Roux - Sample]

    [The Game]
    I can take you back to ’03 when ain’t nobody know me
    My game was regional like the Lower Merion Kobe
    Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me
    Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
    Aint trippin’ off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets
    I’m in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G
    Cooley high coochie, Levi’s no fleece
    Space jam Jordan’s killin’ ‘em without the cold sheets
    Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers
    Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards
    Shout out to my reall n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P
    Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b
    Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one
    Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son
    And my n-gga Fab, write his verses like a wheel
    He walked out the booth, it’s my turn

    [La Roux - Sample]

    [The Game]
    If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen
    Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision
    But I’m back now, when we recorded Back Down
    Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now
    50 was my n-gga, but life was funny like that
    Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack
    So I unwrapped the guaze, but my scars never healed
    Sometimes stars align and some stars never will
    Like Ross and Jeezy both y’all my n-ggas, y’all should chill
    Instead of beefin’, lets remember how baby blue got killed
    How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up
    When n-ggas start beefin’ you should give them some Ciroc Puff
    And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead
    Worse than that, my n-gga Young Buck got raided by the Fed’s
    So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell
    Next track I get n-gga….

    [La Roux - Sample]
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