[The Game]. Niggaz don't really want it just talkin out the side of they neck. How many gangsters you know ain't scared of death. That's why I ride with tecs soon as I pull 'em out. breathe easy nigga they tryin to get them bullets out. It was all good a week ago you was callin shots in the hood. Bitch now you so {?} the hood. Used to be a gang leader now your gang need ya. But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood. Ghost town niggaz won't even walk in your hood. I want respect like when niggaz is talkin to Suge. You cats gon' get with that or get with the +Mac+. And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+ talkin 'bout this gat. The kid still a hundred miles and runnin. Niggaz smoke 10 boxes of Newports when they know I'm comin. And fuck MTV I live in +The Real World+. Call my guns R. Kelly they'll touch your lil' girl cause. [Chorus 2X: JT]. Layin with dogs you gon' wake up with fleas. Fuckin with rats you'll never get yo' cheese. You know J cats like to sell you dreams. And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything). [JT]. It's a done deal Seth's back makin it hot. No questions I'm takin my spot. Project walls hoods and blocks Get Low we hard to stop. JT and the Game is hot. It's so necessary these dudes are so scary. When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry. Tailored suits and gators man laughin at these haters. Man show me the money then pay me man. It's a new day same team I'm still the ghost. Big crib jet skis and boats listen close take notes. Mink coats and diamond clusters. West coast we nothin but hustlers. We grimy and gritty cool like dat old school fools. Willy Ness throwbacks we send tricks to the nearest track. Who you know that's as real as that?. I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac holla back. [Chorus]