Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Town, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.12.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
The Town |
Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga |
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, nigga |
Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag |
Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask! |
This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff |
Coke in your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what I’ve become |
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove |
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so. |
Brat! |
Brat brat! |
50 rounds’ll knock you niggas down |
Ben Affleck from The Town. |
This is my town nigga |
King, mayor, all that. |
Niggas better fall back |
Bullets in your ballcap. |
P-U-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats |
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back |
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat |
Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black |
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat |
Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black |
Niggas keep saying that they run this town |
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town |
Niggas keep playing when we come around |
I run them down, they wanted now |
Niggas keep saying that they run this town |
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town |
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down |
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds |
Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead |
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head |
Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar |
My Philly hat, my scarf |
Y’all niggas pushing light weight |
Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face |
The fucking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe |
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake |
4th album, cause I do my shit the right way |
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day |
I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6 |
Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick |
And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill |
Bout to fuck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill |
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin' like Picasso, bitch |
But I draw steel |
Niggas keep saying that they run this town |
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town |
Niggas keep playing when we come around |
I run them down, they wanted now |
Niggas keep saying that they run this town |
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town |
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down |
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds |
I ain’t never gave no fuck, why would I start now? |
Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down |
I declare war, pulling niggas' cars now |
And I ain’t gotta fuck Sarah Palin to lay the law down |
Birds: knock em all down |
You could push record now |
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now |
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound |
Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now |
I set the bridge on fire — try to cross now |
Still fuck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now |
I got magazines inside of magazines |
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down |
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now |
Spread my fingers when I chew from Georgetown |
Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown |
But if it ain’t a |
I’m busting with the 4 pounds |