The Game — 100

[Intro: The Game] Real nigga shit Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing [Verse 1: The Game] Niggas called me to set you up Want me to come and wet you up 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie Heard about the shit with Diddy So I came through to vest you up And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what I got L.A. unified You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up Tax you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus Dawg, fame is a motherfucker Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth How soon they forget? Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif' How are niggas s'posed to love you niggas? Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas Drake told me not to trust you niggas Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though?" Thinkin' 'bout the beef like: "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical" This my city, nigga, everybody know it Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four-pound Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up [Chorus: Drake & The Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one [Verse 2: Drake] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors To every single fuckin' function Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny People been reachin' out to me And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit I would have so many friends If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments I would have so many friends If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments I would have all of your fans If I didn't go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit I would have so many more friends If I lost my success and my confidence I'm in the club every time that they play the competition If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid Might go to Jamaica, disappear again My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself [Chorus: Drake & The Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one [Verse 3: The Game] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga If he was still alive, he would kill niggas He was Lil' Snupe, I was Meek Mill Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though Can't think, so you roll up that indigo Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go" Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though You niggas don't feel me though That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though Not even to H-Town So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga Strapped up from the waist down That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga Shit was so simple when Henchman was out He had a young nigga right there with Meech So happy when Bleu Davinci got out We came up on these California streets L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'ma always be a real nigga Always be a real nigga I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga [Chorus: Drake & The Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one