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The Game – Burnin’ Checks Ft. Fivio Foreign Lyrics

[Intro: The Game, Fivio Foreign & Eazy-E]

The Game – Burnin’ Checks Ft. Fivio Foreign Lyrics

Everybody from New York, rappin’ about my Adidas

And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything

I wanted to put my city on the map

Ayo, Peso, what these niggas want from me

Ha, it’s Fivi’

Drillmatic mean all them small-ass handguns goin’ to hibernation

Let’s do it

Drill ’em (Drill ’em)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Straight out the coast, right by the ocean

We wet ’em up, niggas is soakin’

We in them Rari’s, them bitches is floatin’

Know they can see us with the top open

Twin exhaust, show ’em what smoke is

I make the call, killers in motion

We leave ’em raw like dinner at Nobu

He don’t want no beef, he only eat Tofu

Antisocial

The Draco talk, I don’t speak to you

Pull up on the side of the car, just to see it shoot

Where them niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle

We ain’t them niggas you hide from

Hit ’em in the knee and the thigh once

Turn a 6’5″ nigga 5’1″

We got them opp packs

We roll up and smoke ’em to God Son

We burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell ’til God come

I’m the live one

I’m the one that keep it lit

I’m the one they should remember

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You the one they gon’ forget

[Chorus: The Game]

We ain’t them niggas they thought that we was

We them real niggas that they said that they was

Gloves, mask, burner, check

Drugs, money, murder, sex

We ain’t them niggas they thought that we was

We them real niggas that they said that they was

Gloves, mask, burner, check

Drugs, money, murder, sex

[Verse 2: The Game]

If I said I’m the king of New York, you’d be mad?

If I said I’m the king of L.A., you’d be mad?

Nigga act, told him “Don’t even ask”

Can a dead body jump out of a bag?

No monitor strapped on my ankle

I’m back in the city and I can’t believe this shit

Got the biggest, baddest bitch in New York

Her name Liberty, I came to see the bitch

Still on that cedar shit, red cap

Smoke in the clouds, head back

If you ain’t been stepped on in a clean ass pair of 1995 Air Max, dead that

He came to his senses

We walk in the club, it ain’t for attention

Nigga tried to get me a free G-Wagon

I told him, “Fuck that, free Jimmy Henchman”

Fuck out my mentions, fuck all that talkin’

Come for the tension, we in them Benzes

Tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin’

Me and this Nip’ tat, we in the trenches

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[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]

Brr, they only call me for emergencies (They only call me for emergencies)

Of course, I can get him hit (Baow)

But I wanna do it myself and it’s burnin’ me (Baow)

Huh, yeah, nigga, the nerve of me (Nigga, the nerve of me)

‘Cause I’m too rich (I’m too rich), but I still wanna do the hit (Grrt, baow)

Yeah, nigga, my gun is gettin’ grown (Gun is gettin’ grown)

I shoot a nigga on his own (On his own)

Try to leave it in the house (What?)

But the shit don’t wanna stay home (Nah)

She give me everything she own (Ha)

Plus more (Plus more)

It’s only me on the mountain of Rushmore (It’s only me on the mountain, ah)

When I stab ’em, they gush more (Boom, boom, boom)

Huh, yeah, hey, it give me a rush more (It give me a rush more)

Huh, look, they copyin’, too many of me (Uh)

Huh, I been in these streets (Yeah)

Nigga (Nigga), I got rich off of havin’ beef (Baow)

I make ’em kill everything they see (Uh)

I just blew blood on this concrete, pussy (Huh, pussy)

I dare a nigga, try to harm me

If I said I’m the king of L.A., you’d be mad? (If I said I’m the king of L.A., you’d be mad?)

Huh, yeah, grrt, twistin’ my fingers and holdin’ my flag (Baow, boom)

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Yeah, I said I’m the king of New York, that’s a fact (New York my city, nigga)

When I’m in the city, the city don’t know how to act (Nah, huh)

Yeah (When I’m in the city, the city don’t know how to act)

But when they call me king, it get me gassed

When they promote an opp, it get me mad

And when they catch a score, it get me sad

But when we get ’em back, it get me glad

Uh, real different (Baow, baow, baow, real different)

He got bullets in him

(I see an opp and I’m hittin’ a button, drill ’em)

If he survive, he gon’ still feel it (Ha, woo, boom)

[Chorus: The Game & Fivio Foreign]

We ain’t them niggas they thought that we was (Nah)

We them real niggas that they said that they was (Fivi’, grrt)

Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow)

Drugs, money, murder, sex (Boom)

We ain’t them niggas they thought that we was (Nah)

We them real niggas that they said that they was (Yeah, grrt)

Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Drugs, money, murder, sex

[Outro: The Game]

Clap for him, he made it to heaven

Clap for him, he made it to heaven

Checks

Checks

King of the drill

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