know I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono [Game: Verse 2] The living, the dead These Dre beats, my head My life, featuring Wayne That was Jayceon, this is Game
and victimisation Fighting back with counter attacks It?s when that rough God goes riding When the rough God goes gliding And then rough God goes riding
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono [Game: Verse 2] The living, the dead These Dre beats, my head My life, featuring Wayne That was Jayceon, this is Game
truth and victimisation Fighting back with counter attacks It's when that rough god goes riding When the rough god goes gliding And then rough god goes
[Intro-Diddy] Ay yo game Its magic baby Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on And lets go, ye ye , thats right [Verse 1- Game] Like a Don, walk in the
, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin' ain't no love, bitch I maintain in the game in the gutter'
Two in a row, everybody knows At the green light you rev it on the red line Been waitin' all week to get my wheels on the street Get my hands on the wheel
will be A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it) Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun And baby when it's love if it's not rough
I wanna hold 'em Like they do in Texas plays Fold 'em, let 'em hit me Raise it, baby, stay with me Love, the game, intuition Play the cards with spades
you fix me up? Can you wipe me down, so I can lick you up? Make you give it up, give it up 'til you say my name Like a jersey, jersey, shittin' down the game
's stop the pain, stop the rain Put, stress to rest girl stop the games Name the spot, mommy I got the plane Road to rough, I got the range Ma I got some
that pretty shit Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game
what I've been feelling Looking at me and think that I'll be tripping But say what you want 'cause baby that means nothing I play this game but now I
