The Game Street Muzik Lyrics

(feat. Sheek Louch)

[Sheek Louch] + (The Game)
There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he f___in with
(You know what it is m_________er)
Who you f___in with
Them n____z don't care about you
Them n____z don't give a f___ about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!

Yo, let's, talk about it what
Sheek'll throw the fiend on a n____ guarantee he won't walk up out it
("DJ Ski!") With my nickel plated; kinda old
But the muzzle that I use'll make this m_________er updated
Puh, n____ please; if a n____ had your son
and had him lookin down the gun you wouldn't need to squeeze
Uh uh I don't know, don't wanna hear
about the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Fuh-fuh feel me cousin?
Sheek been a problem before this D-Block s___ started buzzin
Some'll say no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my d___
And I been red hot e'ry since
I ain't sayin I'm the best muh'f___er, I'm just workin with {?}

[Chorus: Sheek Louch - repeat 2X]
This is that Blood, Crip, Latin King s___
Every hustler pushin a whip
(Street music) What? (Street music) What?
(Street music) What? (Street music)

[The Game]
n____ let's (Nu Jersey) talk about it what
Banks say he bustin his gun, but I never seen a spark come out it
Now now who's the w___sta?
At Hot 97 you called police then called for peace
D-d-dear Mr. Interscope, I'll put you in a scope
Burst rounds, you the first down like a {?}
Eh eh n____ choke, now the talk of New York
is Yayo die with 50's d___ in his throat
G-G-G-s___ a joke; Olivia's a man
And hot d___ there's a f___in lump in his throat
Spit brrrap in my sight
If I don't catch you, I'ma catch James Cruz or Chris Lighty
Now that that that's for snitchin
You don't run through Queens, you call 911 or Supreme
I'll put you on to Game, pull a gun on your team
This for Compton, that's for Queens, cause

[Chorus]