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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Barclay James Harvest
Barclay James Harvest
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Duke
Big Duke
Producer
Mike Zombie
Mike Zombie
Co-Producer
Titus E Johnson
Titus E Johnson
Co-Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Get away) Yo son, if that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now He'll say "Yo, Don, you know I really fuck with you" That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud Playin' nothin' but Mobb Deep on this motherfuckin' (get away) And the first beat I ever had on The Documentary came from that nigga Havoc So I gotta thank (you) Looked out for a nigga, I owe you one (Get away) If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips (you) Wouldn't have took Yayo spot, even though he irrelevant I could've left them niggas alive, now I'm stuck with they skeletons (get away) I defended Nas, Joe and 'Kiss, like, "Fuck this group shit" Murder was the case, so I was in New York on my Snoop shit (you) Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with Everybody an opp, shoot, I don't care who you hit (get away) Should've married my baby momma Either one, probably save me from the drama (you) Made where my kids stay hotter than the sauna Had me runnin' from my karma Sometimes a nigga gotta (get away) Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts If and when them lines crossed (you) I hop up in a beamer with your girl, you ain't seen her 'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a (get away) If my opps listenin', fuck (you) Some times a nigga gotta (get away) Middle finger in the air, fuck (you) If I get locked with the Glock Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (get away) If I could rewind the hands of time I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne (you) I would've told B.I.G. about the Rampart If you ain't from here, don't come here, you feel it in the air Just (get away), stay dangerous And when I got the stainless, I aim it Middle finger in the air, fuck (you) and your family, nigga Picture me sellin' my soul for a Grammy, nigga (getaway) If I could start it all over, I would've have went there tipsy And clapped when they gave it to Missy It ain't no jealousy with (you) like that convo with JAY Maybe I misunderstood what he was tryna say I had to (get away), and head back to L.A. Keep it real, I ain't talked to Hov again to this day If I wasn't hardheaded, could've been signed to the Roc But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots I let it (get away) If my opps listenin', fuck (you) Sometimes a nigga gotta (get away) Middle finger in the air, fuck (you) If I get locked with the Glock Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (get away) You ain't been fuckin' with me all this time, stay there, fuck (you) This rap shit'll take your life So sometimes you gotta (get away)
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Andre Romell Young, Jayceon Terrell Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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