Exclusive Lyrics

 

Exclusively - The Game/JT The Bigga Figga/Get Low Playaz

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way

But still we got so far to go

Yeah I know I got four to go

So with these bars I flow

At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know

I lace it properly for property

It really ain't no stoppin me

And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly

Politickin economy if I could be a made ni**a

Smokin on e'ry ni**a balled out paid ni**a

Keepin it real I'm still deep in the field

Deep with the skills for the bills

I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill

I bring the thrill like Will Clark

I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth

You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth

I serve the thunder that sh*t that'll brang in the roof

My niggaz stack riches mack b**ches

Blow fast Swishers with my folks act vicious with my folks

Sav livin with my vo-cals Outlaw like my ni**a No-ble

F**kin bad b**ches at the hotel

There's nothin to a boss man we live it up

Smash for the cash and respect so

When we mash niggaz give it up

I got no time for that fake sh*t

Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even b**ches thinkin they sick

So ni**a basically the world is a ghetto

Play a ni**a out his scratch

He gon' be twirled in a meadow

I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me

There's nothin you can do to me

My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way

But still we got so far to go

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

 

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still

We got so far to go

Lace your Timbs polish your gators we like odds in Vegas

You can't ball then it's probably the haters

Can't breathe then it's probably the desert

If you a gangster or not

I give a f**k dawg bullets is hot

And every ni**a gon' cry when he hit

The more pain the more blood drain

He ain't survivin sh*t

And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for sh*t they know

If they came through everybody in the X-five is hit

Red rag or blue rag niggaz die for this

The Game the reason all these niggaz on that Cali Love sh*t

Compton niggaz get grimy too

Pull you out of that six

F**k you up like one time'll do

And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw

And King Boulevard

Pull it hard Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw

Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket

You can visit but you can not lie and kick it

It's time for me to shine

Life on the grind life on the line

Feelin like I'm runnin out of time

 

It's now or never

Chasin this cheddar 'til things get better

These streets got me hungry as ever

Can't stop can't change young Sav stuck in the game

Everyday we gotta hustle and slang struggle and strain

To bubble w**d plus the 'caine to juggle

 

Organize the brains and muscle

 

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still

We got so far to go

Exclusively ridin on them deuces G

 

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game

Through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still

We got so far to go

You like Sammy did Gotti

Told 'em we kamikaze

Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery

Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels

In the killing field makin hundred

Bills on the P-hundred Pirelli wheels

 

Marshall Faulk in to ball

Again in this day to day scrimmage

'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin

Niggaz'll hundred round ya kick you on the ground

After they down ya sneak ya and plot ya

Heckler and Koch ya

Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors

Still an unsolved mystery statistically history

 

A Get Low ni**a victory by f**kin with my credibility

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