Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go" This is just a preview! [Verse] Who with it The gun spitter, young home run hitter Moët sipper, hit you with the flow like Biggie King of this rap shit out the park like Griffy And it's just me and my money. Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though The title refers to the concept of speaking the truth, or “keeping it 100.” You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us If I didn't go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit starts and ends within the same node. All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid Maybe even the top three Trey you got me Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Ain't about the ice on my watch Cause it ain't all about that no more I would have so many more friends Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa Listen while you read! The Resistance Lyrics: Yesterday when we were getting high / You were invited, you woulda liked it / I-I- I know you all too well / I said that we could kiss the past goodbye / … Not even to H-Town L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit I'm in the club every time that they play the competition Nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? SONGLYRICS just got interactive. Drake told me not to trust you niggas Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me Baby its about the Game Ain't about teh coop of my truck All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100 Yo, I live for the dough, for the flow, for feelin' free How soon they forget? * Drake - About The Game (Remix) Lyrics. Baby it's about the game If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me You niggas don't feel me though Money making brothers should take notes [Verse 4:] Promoters on my ass so im guessing they filled Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. Nigga catch these bullets like he catchin' the bus Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas Shit was so simple when Henchman was out Niggas called me to set you up [Chorus: ~Trey Songz~] With some fresh nice ones on my feet Album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition), Real nigga shit [Verse 3: The Game] Thank me later, thanks for nothin' Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). I infiltrated the game. Ayo Track, I got something mean for this one boy We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life That's it goes Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though [Chorus: Drake & The Game] Because the ladies choose to love me (they love me for what I do) Clear. Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga It ain't about the rims on my truck The Game "Drake Flows": Who with it The gun spitter, young home run hitter Moët sipper, hit you with the flow like Biggie ... "Drake Flows" lyrics. Just walk around the crib like. [Verse 2: Drake] (Let's go... Well alright... Well alright... yo)* Look uhn, feelin sorry for the runner-up I'm still awake gettin money when the sun is up An annotation cannot contain another annotation. The Game feat. Leave you lyin' like Fif' Johnny Julliano Cardo got wings Real nigga shit Other night at your crib it was like Me, Black, 40, OB We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout l LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around Home. And I'm tryin' to find a chick I can meet who ain't about the dough Ain't about the ice on my watch See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus, Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up, Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth, Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif'. I swear I'm killin shit. Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live? Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pounds Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show it I'm always in the Bentley how the fuck could you miss me And I'm tryin' to find a chick I can meet who ain't about the dough Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush Other night at your crib “go to Drake and get a radio single real quick”, S.w.I.n.G by Tory Lanez (Ft. PnB Rock & Trey Songz). Run up on you at your granny's house Man haters' so passe catch me in a tie or a suit on Draft day nigga I would have so many friends That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga We came up on these California streets Strapped up from the waist down I'm the only young dude that the big boys watch Why a nigga can't live? Same thing in the top four trust im hot boy The Game - 100 (feat. And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget And I stayed on some conscious shit And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit Some body get the waiter they need a second plate a starts and ends within the same node. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: [Verse] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though It ain't about the rims on my truck All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100 Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? Ain't about the ice on my watch When you ask why I'm hustlin' in the streets that's just who I be All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100 I want it all man, I never learned how to share Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me Ain't about the coop of my truck Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. Album: Room For Improvement (Mixtape) Genre: Pop. Get this money, fuck these bitches though?" If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments Niggas called me to set you up Cause you were out of town Real nigga shit Other night at your crib It was like me, Black, 40, OB We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life Play some beats, but I forgo Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit Dark fame is a mothafucka [Drake:]It’s Southern Smoke Boy!Ho, Yeah, Uh huhIt’s Trey Songz and uh, D-are-A-K-K-EAhahaha, the boy of summer are here manAyo Track, I got something mean for this one boy, [Verse 1: drake]Chances Are Most of the day you was lying aroundI made money that’s why these girls eyeing me downBy nineteen I might seem desitend for millionsPromoters on my ass so I’m guessing they filledIn I take q’s from my big boy popzI’m the only young dude that the big boys watchThey getting foul on the starBut it’s all eyes on me like I’m coppin some vows for the barGet it guess not picture me not striveTo land in the top ten slip in the top fiveSame thing in the top four trust I’m hot boyMaybe even the top three Trey you got meNow a day I peep they intrestsSpecialy when lifes bringing them pain and lately they been stressedMoney making brothers should take notesSee broke niggas is the problem and us is the scape goatSome body get the waiter they need a second plate aThis knowledge if you aint got it you could catch it laterMy money then lovers seperate for I commit the date upI put a split in the middle then I seperater, [Chorus: trey songz]It aint about the rims on my truckAint about the ice on my watchAint about teh coop of my truckBaby it’s about the Game, [Verse 2:]Ridin’ lowLayed back in the seat when I creepThat’s just how I rollWith some fresh nice ones on my feetThat’s it goesAnd I’m tryin’ to find a chick I can meet who ain’t about the doughCause it ain’t all about that no more, It aint about the shoes that I’ve gotAint about my dough or my rocksAin’t the life I live, it don’t stopBaby it’s about the game, [Verse 3: trey songz]When you ask why I’m hustlin’ in the streets that’s just who I beYo, I live for the dough, for the flow, for feelin’ freeAin’t too many other dudes you can choose to get this luxuryBut without it all I’m still about the game, [Bridge:]The haters wanna hate, but it ain’t nothingBecause the ladies choose to love me (they love me for what I do), [Chorus x2: trey songz]It aint about the rims on my truckAint about the ice on my watchAint about teh coop of my truckBaby it’s about the Game, [Verse 4:]Ridin’ lowLayed back in the seat when I creepThat’s just how I rollWith some fresh nice ones on my feetThat’s it goesAnd I’m tryin’ to find a chick I can meet who ain’t about the doughCause it ain’t all about that no more. That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though This my city, nigga, everybody know it The title refers to the concept of speaking the truth, or “keeping it 100.” The major theme of this track is how fame can erode trust among friends.