Game Troublesome Lyrics

Troublesome Lyrics

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Y'all niggaz see me when I come through

And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five

Swayin' in and out of white line, six double, oh

Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine



Mines hustle, Mucho Dinero, heat's confined

See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined

If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine

And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline



The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast

I return shots like Arthur Ashe

You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies

Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party



And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'

Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him

And The Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards

So, keep that little ass horn and that Neil Armstrong, nigga



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Trust me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap

That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that

Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters

'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster



But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through

Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber

Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer

One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder



Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on The Game

Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain

Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim

Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains



And the corner's real good with that pickup

A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up

'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time

Put you niggaz next to each other, how I do 'em in line



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home

If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome

If I die then I'm leavin' a clone but if I live

Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig



When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big

When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig

Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block

And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac



A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns

Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys

And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick

Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey



And ain't nuthin' to do a drive by in the hood

We ain't even got survival but I'ma still take that ride

Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it

Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you



Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick

Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?

I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you