Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Song language: English
100 |
| Real nigga shit |
| Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB |
| We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life |
| Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing |
| Niggas called me to set you up |
| Want me to come and wet you up |
| 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie |
| Heard about the shit with Diddy |
| So I came through to vest you up |
| And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush |
| A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what |
| I got L.A. unified |
| You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain’t testin' us |
| See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus |
| Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up |
| Tax you up, but it’s OVO/Blood Money |
| Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus |
| Dawg, fame is a motherfucker |
| Do a nigga four favors, when you can’t do the fifth |
| How soon they forget? |
| Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif' |
| How are niggas s’posed to love you niggas? |
| Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas |
| Drake told me not to trust you niggas |
| Your energy off, you’re finicky, I rush you niggas |
| Just walkin' 'round the crib like, «Why a nigga can’t live? |
| Get this money, fuck these bitches though?» |
| Thinkin' 'bout the beef like: |
| «We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical» |
| This my city, nigga, everybody know it |
| Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four-pound |
| Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain’t gotta show it |
| L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit |
| Niggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard |
| Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I’m fucked up |
| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit |
| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit |
| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me |
| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid |
| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid |
| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid |
| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid |
| All I ever asked is one |
| Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' |
| Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors |
| To every single fuckin' function |
| Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family |
| And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget |
| Now, when I see 'em, they’re the ones that’s actin' funny |
| People been reachin' out to me |
| And I’m on some straight unresponsive shit |
| I would have so many friends |
| If I didn’t have money, respect and accomplishments |
| I would have so many friends |
| If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments |
| I would have all of your fans |
| If I didn’t go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit |
| I would have so many more friends |
| If I lost my success and my confidence |
| I’m in the club every time that they play the competition |
| If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get |
| Yeah, nobody’s even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid |
| Might go to Jamaica, disappear again |
| My circle got so small that it’s a period, sayin' to myself |
| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit |
| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit |
| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me |
| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid |
| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid |
| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid |
| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid |
| All I ever asked is one |
| Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga |
| Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga |
| If he was still alive, he would kill niggas |
| He was Lil' Snupe, I was Meek Mill |
| Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though |
| Can’t think, so you roll up that indigo |
| Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' |
| Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn |
| Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, «Here it go» |
| Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don’t hear me though |
| Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though |
| You niggas don’t feel me though |
| That was on Suge’s watch, I’ll take Suge’s watch |
| You dissin' Drizzy, that’s cool, but don’t come to my city though |
| Not even to H-Town |
| So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga |
| Strapped up from the waist down |
| That’s word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga |
| Shit was so simple when Henchman was out |
| He had a young nigga right there with Meech |
| So happy when Bleu Davinci got out |
| We came up on these California streets |
| L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit |
| Niggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard |
| Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit |
| Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? |
| Don’t even matter, dawg, cause I’ma always be a real nigga |
| Always be a real nigga |
| I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga |
| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit |
| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit |
| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me |
| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid |
| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid |
| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid |
| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid |
| All I ever asked is one |