The Game

The Game - Dead lyrics

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[Verse 1] 

This for my nigga C-Murder, locked away 

This for the nigga conscious that took Pac away 

This For The Niggas screaming On Me But Not Today 

This for the niggas thinking' I was all Dr. Dre 

This For The Magasin Writers words with a Lot Say 

Come To My Hood It enough Good We Cocking Spray 

Keep It Gully Like we are For Rock AWAY 

Trick Gangsta Rap Like A hood 

Come through the hood with a model chick that I got from 'Ye 

And Rose Phantom Limitage Just a Block Away 

So Let the Beat Not While you bob your head, 

I switch cars Jump in the C.L., Smoother than Pete Rock 

air Max 95, flow classic like reboc 

Members O1 try Lay Me Down like Shirak 

R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas 



[Chorus x2] 

Don't Don't End Up dead 

Nigga Don't Don't up Dead 



[Verse 2] 

One thing about me, 

always keep it real with myself 

Like Nas, I'm Ill Will with myself 

And I can feel the pain of Ms. Wallace 

I wish Chris was here, so he could see C.J. blow 

Like the paint on this Impala 

Tell Afeni to holla if she need another son that rap 

Pac's revenge And I got a gun that clap like Dr. Dre snares 

Blow chronic like Dr. Dre cares 

I been there, done that Dr. Dre shares all his bitches and his liquor 

He ain't call me for Detox, but that's my nigga 

Remember Who Brought Em Back To Compton 

And 23 year Old Me was a fuckin Monsters 

Still Niggas Say I Ain't Hood what Fuck They Taking Bout 

Like I want Kiss My Son on the Head nd Chuck em out 

What up 50? Let's talk it out

But until we talk it out 



[Chorus x2] 

Don't Don't End Up dead 

Nigga Don't Don't up Dead 



[Verse 3] 

I remember when my older brother wanted to be Rakim 

Now I'm livin' his dream, cause somebody shot him 

And left me like Eric B. without Rakim 

Still payed them for like B.B.S stock Rims 

Now I Got California locked In 

Dip in this Beamer, Same model, different year they shot Pac in 

So whats The Top 10 If You Dead 

Who Drop This Lamborghini If I'm In the feds 

To Times Feeling spelling my Nights Up In The Bed 

But I'm From Compton so When I'm Out Its Infrared 

Get My Son ready For School nd I kiss His Heads 

So When You See My Face In The Mirror 

If i End Up Dead Bed 

Never War Bullet Proof Vest and No Got Bullet Proof Car 

You Know Me Westside Triple O.G 

And I'ma tell you like the homie Snoop Dogg told me 



[Chorus x2] 

Don't Don't End Up dead 

Nigga Don't Don't up Dead
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Language: English

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