3 Killas

[Chorus: The Game] Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride When we ride Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride Nigga, Westside [Verse 1: Eastwood] Yo, I caught him at the corner liquor store, ran him for his jewels Told him "give me everything you got, hat to the shoes" You done show me what it is, now show me what it do I done jacked a gang of bitch ass niggas like you My profile suspect I'm wanted for murder Investigated by the feds on old shit I ain't heard of In '94 they say ya boy was involved in a car jack That's when my phone start trippin', I'm knowin' my shit tapped Tryna tell me how I'm livin' like they BET Sometimes I feel like there's a camera in my TV screen I am the best, ever since my moms left I ain't holdin' my breath, I'm prosecuted to death It's Eastwood, I'm as deadly as turpentine Spittin' venomous rhymes with more heart then Valentine's When we ride [Chorus: The Game] Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride When we ride Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride Nigga, Westside [Verse 2: The Game] Life is what you make it sometimes I see blatant Visions of Satan, I been smokin' hell of them marijuana vapors With dreams of gettin' paper on felonious capers Run a car for neighbors, bangin' The Best of Anita Baker Now is that sacred? When niggas spend money on Jacob's And it's that same shit that get blood spilled on the pavement I'm patiently waitin', for God to open heaven' gates and I'll take a knife in my heart before I murder my neighbor And for that I'm hated, 'cause most of they rhymin' is basic Dropped one album and left the whole world stuck in amazement Started with Rakim, found him in my mom's basement One demo tape and I'm on Em and Dr. Dre shit [Chorus: The Game] Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride When we ride Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride Nigga, Westside [Verse 3: Techniec] The 'hood got me feelin' like my back against the wall but I been here before Let me fly or give me death, while I'm in here for dough My pops used to hustle the corner in Lotto kicks Attempt to try 'em on, didn't like that fit Went after a record deal, shit I got that spit Besides niggas ain't flyer than Tech at this shit I'm a natural nigga, so it's only right to boss up After these figures, so classical nigga Had to document the avenue, study the set Back to the OG's, create a new avenue nigga So we could ride, rims spinnin' off the chrome Check the rearview, Wave spittin' off the dome Honey, the Westcoast is on [Chorus: The Game] Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride When we ride Three killas on the rise Come through screamin' homicide when we ride Nigga, Westside