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Listen to Born 2 Rap by The Game
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Listen to Game Essentials featuring The Game
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Listen to City Walk featuring The Game
PLAYLISTCity WalkApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Kool & The Gang: Sampled featuring The Game
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Listen to At Home With Pete Wentz: The Playlist featuring The Game
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Listen to STREETRUNNER: The Producers featuring The Game
PLAYLISTSTREETRUNNER: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Bongo ByTheWay: The Producers featuring The Game
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Listen to Wallis Lane: The Producers featuring The Game
PLAYLISTWallis Lane: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Ray Keys: The Producers featuring The Game
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Listen to Nabeyin: The Producers featuring The Game
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Listen to Big Duke: The Producers featuring The Game
PLAYLISTBig Duke: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cash Jones
Cash Jones
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Duke
Big Duke
Producer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer

Lyrics

Step off the porch, rag hangin' West Side, that's what we bangin' Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt Twistin' my fingers Impala Off-White, ski mask all black ADIDAS tracksuit, drawstrings Chokin' the MAC Got a couple bullets in it Gangstas slide in the rented Dumpin' out the window Fuck the world and everything in it I'm a West Side nigga Ego trippin' and walkin' fast Listenin' so we talkin' in codes to keep 'em off us Draco, tote it, thirty-six shots Don Julio got me loaded Don't think I'm not Go mob on niggas, Mob figures, mob triggers Don't get your punk ass killed On Instagram Live, nigga My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive Let the bullets live inside niggas Ain't nowhere to hide It's survival of the fittest, boy You fuckin' with the realest Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) Ain't no S on my chest Just the West on my back Born in trenches with the crack Swallow dope, shit the sack If you frontin' it, come back If I front, you bring it back Turn a bird to a Benz Park a Benz by the trap Let 'em raid, we gon' flush If you snitchin', you get touched Tell my mama I'm on the run Not givin' a fuck Who want what? I put a team together, smash out Set you up, send a bitch over With her ass out In California, we got them pictures niggas map out In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house I fuck around and leave a dub And they O.D. tonight You in good hands, You know the Bloods gon' treat you right Ain't tryna be your man, no I, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right Gotta put her in a Uber Just so I could sleep at night Never stop bangin', nigga You know it's still Cedar, right? After this album, nigga I gotta raise the feature price West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side) West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony Malloy, Jayceon Taylor, Amir Motamedi, Wallis Lane, Stanley Benton, Cash Jones, Mia Wallis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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