[Chorus: repeat 2X]. Exclusively ridin on them deuces G. Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be. They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke. We came a long way but still we got so far to go. [Verse One]. Yeah I know I got 4 to go so with these bars I flow. At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know. I lace it properly for property it really ain't no stoppin me. And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly. Politickin economy if I could be a made nigga. Smokin on e'ry nigga balled out paid nigga. Keepin it real I'm still deep in the field. Deep with the skills for the bills. I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill. I bring the thrill like Will Clark. I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth. You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth. I serve the thunder that shit that'll brang in the roof. [Verse Two]. My niggaz stack riches mack bitches. Blow fast Swishers with my folks act vicious with my folks. Sav livin with my vo-cals Outlaw like my nigga No-ble. Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel. There's nothin to a boss man we live it up. Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up. I got no time for that fake shit. Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick. So nigga basically the world is a ghetto. Play a nigga out his scratch he gon' be twirled in a meadow. I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me. There's nothin you can do to me. My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets. [Chorus]. [Verse Three: The Game]. Lace your Timbs polish your gators we like odds in Vegas. You can't ball then it's probably the haters. Can't breathe then it's probably the desert if you a gangster or not. I give a fuck dawg bullets is hot. And every nigga gon' cry when he hit. The more pain the more blood drain he ain't survivin shit. And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit they know. if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit. Red rag or blue rag niggaz die for this. The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit. Compton niggaz get grimy too pull you out of that 6. Fuck you up like one time'll do. And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw and King Boulevard. Pull it hard Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw. Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket. You can visit but you can not lie and kick it. [Verse Four]. It's time for me to shine life on the grind life on the line. Feelin like I'm runnin out of time. It's now or never chasin this cheddar 'til things get better. These streets got me hungry as ever. Can't stop can't change young Sav stuck in the game. Everyday we gotta hustle and slang struggle and strain. to bubble weed plus the 'caine to juggle. Organize the brains and muscle. [Chorus]. [Verse Five]. You {?} like Sammy did Gotti told 'em we kamikaze. Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery. Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels. In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels. Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage. 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin. Niggaz'll 32 round ya kick you on the ground. After they down ya sneak ya and plot ya Heckler & Koch ya. Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors. Still an unsolved mystery statistically history. A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility