Exclusively

[Chorus: The Game]

Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

[Verse 1 ?]

Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow

At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know

I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me

And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly

Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga

Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga

Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field

Deep with the skills for the bills

I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill

I bring the thrill like Will Clark

I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth

You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth

I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof

[Verse 2 ?]

My niggas, stack riches, mack bitches

Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks

Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble

Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel

There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up

Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggas give it up

I got no time for that fake shit

Jersey to the Bay niggas thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick

So nigga basically the world is a ghetto

Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow

I keep it real with niggas that be true to me

There's nothin you can do to me

My crew is deep and real niggas rule the streets

[Chorus: The Game]

Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

[Verse 3: The Game]

Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas

You can't ball then it's probably the haters

Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not

I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot

And every nigga gon' cry when he hit

The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit

And your niggas ain't gon' ride for shit, they know

If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit

Red rag or blue rag, niggas die for this

The Game the reason all these niggas on that "Cali Love" shit

Compton niggas get grimy too, pull you out of that 6

Fuck you up like one time'll do

And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard

Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw

Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket

You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it

[Verse  4 ?]

It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line

Feelin like I'm runnin out of time

It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better

These streets got me hungry as ever

Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game

Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain

To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle

Organize the brains and muscle

[Chorus: The Game]

Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be

They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke

We came a long way but still we got so far to go

[Verse  5 ?]

You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze

Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery

Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels

In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels

Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage

'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin

Niggas'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground

After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya

Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors

Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history

A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility