Lyrics When Shit Get Thick - Game
Who
really
the
best
rapper
since
'Pac
got
killed?
I
done
answered
that
question
when
I
copped
my
deal
Ask
yourself
when
The
Game
is
comin',
after
next
summer
I
predict
my
shit'll
drop
before
the
next
Howard
homecoming
Now
who
in
the
runnin'?
No
one,
ask
the
niggaz
who
want
it
I
got
a
four-fifth
and
it
just
like
me,
it
stay
gunnin'
Me
and
my
niggaz
stay
blunted
fogged
up
in
the
600
Guilty
as
charged,
blunts
in
the
air,
guns
in
the
doors
It's
written,
Compton
niggaz
never
run
from
the
law
Plus
we
get
Monopoly
money
with
hotels
and
a
board
So
I'll
never
see
a
jail
and
I'm
allergic
to
bars
Can't
sit
behind
'em
or
drink
at
'em,
so
we
travel
with
ours
Poppin'
Crist'
in
the
6,
like
we
drivin'
through
Mardi
Gras
Thinkin'
'bout
beads
and
titties
as
I
roll
through
the
city
And
I
keep
16
in
the
clip
and
I
let
'em
all
go
Like
the
Lakers
did
Ellie,
Atty
and
Nick
When
shit
get
thick,
niggaz
start
dyin'
Bodies
pop
up
in
dumpsters,
mothers
start
cryin'
Payback
come
through
violent,
nigga
We
hit
blocks,
bust
shots,
leave
ya
whole
block
silent
'Cause
when
shit
get
thick,
niggaz
start
dyin'
Bodies
pop
up
in
dumpsters,
mothers
start
cryin'
Payback
come
through
violent,
nigga
We
hit
blocks,
bust
shots,
leave
ya
whole
block
silent
No
garbage
we
smoke
molta,
move
big
cocoa
We
off
the
train
tracks
like
the
great
space
coaster
We
hit
real
big
and
consistent
like
Sam
Sosa
Prepare
for
war
like
United
States
soldiers
Lock
tight
and
rock
right
like
gray
eight
oz's
I'll
be
hittin'
up
spots
in
them
flip
Range
Rovers
Before
you
even
try
to
play
foolish
all
over
Empty
out
yo'
pockets,
turn
everything
over
We
ball
out
cursin',
yeah
we
keep
it
the
sickest
When
we
roll
by
the
quads
in
them
Z-66's
Big
spittin',
grip
kitten,
that
big
face
greed
Always
dirty
never
clean
but
we
live
like
kings
Legendary
like
Sting,
it's
a
history
to
follow
But
not
known
for
stingin'
known
for
gettin'
off
hollows
Shoot
me
a
glass
of
Remy,
fuck
it
the
whole
bottle
And
watch
me
act
bad
and
take
off,
full
throttle
When
shit
get
thick,
niggaz
start
dyin'
Bodies
pop
up
in
dumpsters,
mothers
start
cryin'
Payback
come
through
violent,
nigga
We
hit
blocks,
bust
shots,
leave
ya
whole
block
silent
'Cause
when
shit
get
thick,
niggaz
start
dyin'
Bodies
pop
up
in
dumpsters,
mothers
start
cryin'
Payback
come
through
violent,
nigga
We
hit
blocks,
bust
shots,
leave
ya
whole
block
silent
I'm
from
a
batch
where
it
ain't
no
cut,
we
all
in
36
on
a
triple
beam
scale
for
meal
Duffle
bag
on
my
shoulder
my
route,
through
the
back
of
the
jet
To
bag
up
baguettes
and
everybody
know
it
I'm
the
ice
holder
makin'
the
cut,
never
breakin'
'em
up
My
favorite
color
is
rainbowed
up
Ain't
a
coke
dealer
but
I
got
bricks
for
cheap
Hit
the
lab
for
a
fo'
day
block,
we
got
heat
You
niggaz
can't
compete
when
I
walk
in
the
streets
We
get
low
and
there's
no
idea
with
the
info
It's
a
rule
of
thumb,
let
them
dudes
a
come
I'm
cruisin'
some
20
inch
shoes
and
some
I'm
in
the
widebody
XM-5,
all
my
snakes
is
live
We
check
your
five,
the
spot
where
the
tec
dies
And
everybody
gotta
holla
the
name
It's
JT
from
the
Fillmoe
streets
to
CPT
Album
Live From Compton
1 82 Days Left
2 Compton 2 Fillmoe
3 Don't Make Me Clap
4 Im Gangsta
5 Compton Compton
6 Drama Is Real
7 Hot Shit
8 Sidewayz
9 Cocaine
10 Neighborhood Supastar
11 When Shit Get Thick
12 What Type of Nigga
13 Call My Home
14 That's President
15 Memph Bleek Iz
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