Songtexte:
Game Lyrical Homicide

'm as fly as the Mac, lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track. (nigga) Chorus ------ Lyrical homicide, kill them and watch them die, yeah, (The Game

the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game

Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C

snitch niggas is waitin? Old G?s sayin? how I remind them on how they used to be If you never heard of me yet Better get used to me Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide

you don't need outside Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide It's a living

level rebuking the Devil Representing like ah heavenly rebel Even though my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up And put a twist to the game like a monkey

but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain

me I bought a death home My real pops he broke out with the style So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child So now we livin' comftable Taught me the game

split nigga G into code come on, these years to teach, homey speak to know it bodybag what we're talkin' about, you weak, you row the game is overcrowded