Lirik Lagu When Shit Get Thick - The Game
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(feat. JT the Bigga Figga, Sean T)
[20 second instrumental to open]
[The Game]Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killedI done answered that question when I copped my dealAsk yourself when the Game is comin, after next summerI predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecomingNow who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want itI got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunninMe and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doorsIt's written, Compton niggaz never run from the lawPlus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a boardSo I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to barsCan't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with oursPoppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi GrasThinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the cityAnd I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all golike the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh
[Chorus]When shit get thick, niggaz start dyinBodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryinPayback come through violent, niggaWe hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, causeWhen shit get thick, niggaz start dyinBodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryinPayback come through violent, niggaWe hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent
[Sean T]No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoaWe off the train tracks like the great space coasterWe hit real big and consistant like Sam SosaPrepare for war, like United States soldiersLock tight and rock right like grey eight oz'sI'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range RoversBefore you even try to play, foolish all overEmpty out yo' pockets, turn everything overWe ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickestWhen we roll by the quads in them Z-66'sBig spittin, grip kitten, that big face greedAlways dirty never clean but we live like kingsLegendary like Sting, it's a history to followBut not known for stingin known for gettin off hollowsShoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottleAnd watch me act bad and take off, full throttle
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in36 on a triple beam scale for mealDuffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jetTo bag up baguettes and everybody know itI'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em upMy favorite color is rainbowed upAin't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheapHit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heatYou niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streetsWe Get Low, and there's no idea with the infoIt's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a comeI'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and someI'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is liveWe check your five, the spot where the tec diesAnd everybody gotta holla the nameIt's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT
[20 second instrumental to open]
[The Game]Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killedI done answered that question when I copped my dealAsk yourself when the Game is comin, after next summerI predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecomingNow who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want itI got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunninMe and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doorsIt's written, Compton niggaz never run from the lawPlus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a boardSo I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to barsCan't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with oursPoppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi GrasThinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the cityAnd I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all golike the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh
[Chorus]When shit get thick, niggaz start dyinBodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryinPayback come through violent, niggaWe hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, causeWhen shit get thick, niggaz start dyinBodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryinPayback come through violent, niggaWe hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent
[Sean T]No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoaWe off the train tracks like the great space coasterWe hit real big and consistant like Sam SosaPrepare for war, like United States soldiersLock tight and rock right like grey eight oz'sI'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range RoversBefore you even try to play, foolish all overEmpty out yo' pockets, turn everything overWe ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickestWhen we roll by the quads in them Z-66'sBig spittin, grip kitten, that big face greedAlways dirty never clean but we live like kingsLegendary like Sting, it's a history to followBut not known for stingin known for gettin off hollowsShoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottleAnd watch me act bad and take off, full throttle
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in36 on a triple beam scale for mealDuffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jetTo bag up baguettes and everybody know itI'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em upMy favorite color is rainbowed upAin't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheapHit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heatYou niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streetsWe Get Low, and there's no idea with the infoIt's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a comeI'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and someI'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is liveWe check your five, the spot where the tec diesAnd everybody gotta holla the nameIt's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT
