The Game - Last Supper Lyrics
Sound sessionA hunger pain that make nigga hatefulThat’s why you can’t bring bread with the ungratefulHe can’t look in your eyes and he can’t face youWait for them to try, he can’t wait youI rather die out here just to ??I had from nine to five I’m so based tooI beat the shit out of niggas, I got a case tooAnd when I eat, I miss your everybody A2only God could judge us, only niggas can do us richThey probably underestimate youbut still ***** how he gonna feel, (f*ck you know the deal)the last supper is three ?? mealAll I see it’s G’s (seeing ..)???Money from the street (money from the live, money)Run out for pop like the nigga fanrun out to bed like the nigga go***** you nigga I ain’t studder ***** youain’t studder but the gun is studderratatatatat mother*****erLord niggas respect Elvis,those pretty *****s that got you down like the saleBlond go, next coop ..in Picasso???I let a hundred on the …??? Jesus it’s ableLooking at .. nothing but ..breaths in my tableMy steady conversationsDon’t let the devil touch itNothing but Jesus around the table for the last supperWalk in the water we’re baking soda to get my cake upBreaking devil for these bees, don’t be God saviorsLooking all I see it’s G’s at the tableLooking all I see it’s Gs at the tableG tell she got a hustle like RusselBurn as right, your face, your needNever need it a muscle, 16 in the glock and spend those for the tussle16 at the cop, don’t let the mother*****er cuffLA we shut down, New York gonna cutWhen the last time you’ve been to church, nigga we don’t trust youLike the base in front line , nigga we a ..Laughing over your bodyWe the one to look up to,Father figures, we raise gunspull all the triggers, they be sitting in birdsWe’ll be all in … all you niggas,When it’s time to ride, we in that colors smug it upWe real gangstas, we each one we just to cover upreal world knock out king, tell em to knuckle upWe ride from California, nigga so buckle upwe got a team full of killers when we hudle up,Anybody its everywhere, corners brng the shuddle bustniggas gotta ***** ***** with us, knock me f*ck you upThey just get into bust drivin’ with the upple cutHis barrels, ??ain’t nobody spoting usDrama with the forth busI make you nigga ordained upBad boys always cut it with an extra potLike an ..5 niggas…five nigga still rolling outWe got grenades just .. is just a tuckWe automatic start, gonna press a lot??? Jesus is ableLooking in … nothing but .. in my stable.. conversations, don’t let the devil touch youNothing but Jesus around the table for the last supperWalk in the water we’re baking soda to get my cake upBreaking … for these thieves, soaping God saviorsLooking all I see is G .. at the tableLooking all I see iis G .. at the table
