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don't cha - the game lyrics

[intro: rockstar dior]

yea, uh (hype hype hype), uh (new jersey devil)
(black wall put ya m-th-rfucin hands up)
cicero, rockstar, carry-d whatever you choose.. makes me no difference
yea (try to move)
let get into it (feel us)
uh, slam, uh, check it, uh

[verse 1: rockstar dior]

yea, yo, what he do?
n-ggas don’t know how i move only roll with the crew
rollin’ up the trees, loadin’ up the tools
n-ggas get a little outta line, gettin blown let her choose, uh
yea brads on my d-ck, heard that i spit with the game
signed with the black wall street got some glitz in my chain
got some chips in my pocket, with a clip that i bang
use to have hit the st–t for the change, now sh-t changed
i can hit the strip in the range
yea i hit the switch in the range
that’a make it bounce (bounce bounce)
n-ggas better get it corrected don’t disrespect it
i do chat sh-t when i check sh-t
drive by loaded window down when i wet sh-t
so n-ggas gotta cool out before i gotta move out, yea
and y’all dont wanna p-ss me off
’cause i might have’ta get the fifth’s involved
trigger balled in front of that
no i do more where your stomach at
y’all booz dont want none of that

[chorus] x2

dont cha wish g-unit was black wall street
dont cha wish g-unit was black wall street
..dont cha.. dont cha..

ye when the rig, carnartion or fig, ye when they come to the shows, girl’s undid they clothes, n-ggas playin with the kid, they wanna stay under control, but they wanna see me wavin a stick,….dig a grave for ya, aim for head, some ma mans may’aim for ya kid, knock at the door, when they in and up, let the trigger buss, wake the babysitter up while he playin at the crib
thats what im’bout treat like cats from the south, when they blow caps in they mouth,plus am back in around,and im back in they mouth, blow a mack to astound, then im clappin em down, think i got beef wit the cats from the town, n-gga this business sum after the crown, laugh at the clowns, they dont think am tied to the streets, raised off fire an the beats, back block in the kitchen with the black pot, counter-clockwise zip it up fiends can’t get enough, pour hard now jus tryna get ma figures up, now for neva, guess who n-gga what, che, and y’all dont wanna p-ss me off, coz i mite have to get the fifth’s involved, trigger balled in front of that, no i do more wer ur stomach at, y’all booz dont want none of that

(chorus)

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