What Dem Want?

[Verse 1: Rah Digga] I'm saying peace to the gods I'm steady peeping your cards Don't even speak to these broads pussy deeper than yours Ja rocking pieces with flaws trying to get back on your jobs Trying to cut back on your cars suck a dick bitch None of y'all fuck with Digger AKA Di AKA dirty girl we staying Brick City me Some even call me G 5 Short your to the highest power rtion in my knee Now what's up you say the proof in the pudding I say the proof in the pie Cast be on me all day like the truth my Se you on Rap City you kill the booth My no flip this [ __ ] since boo To fly truck full of D acting stuck up in the Range We jingling baby more than them bus with C full of change Couple bucks on some green from Beverly Hills t To Compon fuck with game true lame [Chorus] [Verse 2: The Game] Nigga i spit that true shit that me and you shit Like I was at Baseline When Jay recorded Blueprint Freestyle with Busta Rhymes he told Dre you sick Dre showed me the doted line I've been in the booth since Niggas came and went i watched behind the Range Rover Tense now I'm here put put a chain on the fence A Phantom in the driveway paint on the bricks Walk this way get more than Jam J on the kicks I ogt stripes like AI Dodge you want to buy these PS meet me At in at might grime I'll be in the Cranberry Maserati high I'm that nigga plus biger FlipMode And I was getting rock money before I heard Dre Kingpin nigga 10 keys for my 20th birthday Yeah five bricks a Bentley Coupe A Range of five a six in the black H2 [Chorus] [Verse 3: The Game] See coward dies a thousand deaths But they don't say when so these nigga a snitch And trying to stay away from the stay pen I never did more than the week But I seen vivly the even Marcus Stewart could walk through a penitentiary If you ain't doing 25 to life without the possibility It's possible that you possibly not feeling me    My anger is stemming from all this negativity And that's the type of shit that bring out the enemy me [Verse 4: Rah Digga] Well we getting twisted as hell You know I'm sick wheni spil Hip hop in my blood might have sickle cell Get with the drill you  know Mommy getting a scr They almost excuse me in the sequel cuz of how I kill bills They be like yo shorty why you move that way Shoot that Trey turn niggas in a goose P Always keep a little stash for any food that lay Or straight beat down face looking blue black gray [Chorus]