Second Hand Smoke

[Intro: DJ Drama]

For those listening

When it comes to DJs, I'm the blueprint

I've showed you how to create a dynasty

For God's sakes, I gave you Tha Streets Iz Watchin

What's more American than Gangsta Grillz?

I guess you could call this the credits roll of Black Album

You get me? (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Now if Puff got Pac killed and that condemned Biggie

Why would a nigga step foot inside the city?

And I can't be mad at 50 for making a documentary when I made The Documentary

See how life has a symmetry

And cemeteries have energy that be fucking with my inner peace

'Cause one day everybody turns to ashes in that centerpiece

Especially if you in the streets wrestling with this industry

Like Pastor Mason learned, this shit'll pull you out your ministry

Let them niggas pour the wool over your eyes for infinity

I'm the one that clears your vision, therefore I am not the enemy

Unless you catch me off the Hennessy and your moves is kinda finicky

I will showcase my skill set to its maximum ability

And I ain't practicing humility in no maximum facility

Open a cell to live in hell and hope it match with my agility

And all that hostility never ends with y'all killing me

Black Beetle, I can't just let you John Lennon me

[Chorus: The Game & DJ Drama]

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down, get on down

Mike & Keys sound so soulful

Game, talk to 'em!

[Verse 2: The Game]

My OG told me, gang bangin' like second hand smoke

And if the clock got a second hand, the second hand broke

Type of shit I never recommend, it's weapons and dope

You either turn the records in or let that EFN go

You gotta lit this shit to love this shit

Watch who you thuggin' and who you brothers with

Watch who you slide up under covers with

It could be government or undercover shit

With intentions to break the covenant

I'm on some other shit

Han Solo, red polo, Death Row chain in the low low screamin' out yolo

No body wins when the family feuds, it's four four fours

Cannon smoke like Palo Santo and that go for both coasts

Even Toronto in my poncho when I'm skiing no slopes

Niggas become Alonso whenever they lose they mojo

First person shooter catch it on a GoPro

Go loco on niggas with motors, watch you die in slow-mo, uh

[Chorus: The Game]

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison

Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living

Get on down, get on down (Gangsta Grillz)

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Game and Drama took too long to happen

So we had to double up on you niggas!