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The Game - Last Supper
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Sound session A hunger pain that make nigga hateful Thats why you cant bring bread with the ungrateful He cant look in your eyes and he cant face you Wait for them to try, he cant wait you I rather die out here just to ?? I had from nine to five Im so based too I beat the shit out of niggas, I got a case too And when I eat, I miss your everybody A2 only God could judge us, only niggas can do us rich They probably underestimate you but still fuck how he gonna feel, (f*ck you know the deal) the last supper is three ?? meal All I see its Gs (seeing ..) ??? Money from the street (money from the live, money) Run out for pop like the nigga fan run out to bed like the nigga go Fuck you nigga I aint studder fuck you aint studder but the gun is studder ratatatatat motherfucker Lord niggas respect Elvis, those pretty bitchs that got you down like the sale Blond go, next coop ..in Picasso ??? I let a hundred on the ??? Jesus its able Looking at .. nothing but ..breaths in my table My steady conversations Dont let the devil touch it Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper Walk in the water were baking soda to get my cake up Breaking devil for these bees, dont be God saviors Looking all I see its Gs at the table Looking all I see its Gs at the table G tell she got a hustle like Russel Burn as right, your face, your need Never need it a muscle, 16 in the glock and spend those for the tussle 16 at the cop, dont let the motherfucker cuff LA we shut down, New York gonna cut When the last time youve been to church, nigga we dont trust you Like the base in front line , nigga we a .. Laughing over your body We the one to look up to, Father figures, we raise guns pull all the triggers, they be sitting in birds Well be all in all you niggas, When its time to ride, we in that colors smug it up We real gangstas, we each one we just to cover up real world knock out king, tell em to knuckle up We ride from California, nigga so buckle up we got a team full of killers when we hudle up, Anybody its everywhere, corners brng the shuddle bust niggas gotta fuck fuck with us, knock me f*ck you up They just get into bust drivin with the upple cut His barrels, ?? aint nobody spoting us Drama with the forth bus I make you nigga ordained up Bad boys always cut it with an extra pot Like an ..5 niggas five nigga still rolling out We got grenades just .. is just a tuck We automatic start, gonna press a lot ??? Jesus is able Looking in nothing but .. in my stable .. conversations, dont let the devil touch you Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper Walk in the water were baking soda to get my cake up Breaking for these thieves, soaping God saviors Looking all I see is G .. at the table Looking all I see iis G .. at the table
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