Текст песни War Them Want (feat. Rah Digga) - Game

Man1: Hey, which one o′ y'all is kent?
Man2: Who is this fool, man?
Man3: Who wanna know?
Man1: A friend, homie.
Man3: Ah, homie, my bad, I don′t think you know me.

[Rah Digga]
If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
Wall Street be the best.

If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
They better watch how we rest.

[##unknown artist, might be Lady of Rage##]
Come on, I′m saying peace to the guards,
I′m steady peeping you're cards,
Don′t even speak to these broads,
Pussy deeper than yours,
Ya'll rockin′ pieces with flaws,
Trying to get back on your jobs,
Trying to cut back on your costs,
Suck a dick, bitch,
None o'you fuckin′ with Rah Digga,
AKA D.I., AKA Dirty Girl,
We stay reppin' ##unknown##,
Some even call me G5, (Why?)
Shorty, you're back, to the highest power,
##unknown##
What′s up? You say the proof in the pudding?
I say the proof in the pie,
Caps be on me all day, like you the truth, ma,
See you on Rap City, you killed the booth, ma,
##unknown##, been in this shit since Woo has,
Too fly, truck full o′ dames,
Acting stuck up in the rain,
We jangling, baby, more than those bums with couple of chains,
Couple bust on some brains, from Beverly Hills to Compton,
Fucking with Game? True story, man.

[Rah Digga]
If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
Wall Street be the best.

If it war dem want, war dem′ll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
They better watch how we rest.

[The Game]
Nigga, I spit that true shit, that me and you shit,
Like I was at bay sly when Jay recorded Blue Print,
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes, he told Dre, don't sink,
Dre showed me the dotted line, I been in the booth since,
Niggas came and went, I watched behind the Range Rover tints,
Now I′m here, put a chain on the fence,
Or Phantom in the driveway, paint on the bricks,
Walk this way, get more than Jam Jay on the kicks,
I got stripes like ##unknown## dodge,
You wanna buy these ##unknown##, meet me at Eno, at Mardi Gras,
I be in the Cranberry, my ##unknown## high,
I'm that nigga, plus Digga, flip mode and I,
We getting rock money before I heard Dre,
Kingpin, nigga, ten ki′s for my twentieth birthday,
Yeah, five bricks, a bit in the coup,
A range of five or six in the black H2, G-unit.

[Rah Digga]
If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
Wall Street be the best.

If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
They better watch how we rest.

[The Game]
They say a coward dies a thousand deaths, but they don′t say when,
So these niggas snitching, trying to stay away from the state pen,
I never did more than a week, but I seen ##unknown## to walk through a penitentiary,
If you ain′t doing twenty five to life without the possibility,
It's possible, that you possibly not feeling me,
My anger is stemming from all this negativity,
And that′s the type of shit the brings out the ##unknown, might be Eminem## in me.

[##unknown artist, might be Lady of Rage##]
Well, we getting twisted as hell, you know I'm sick when I spell,
Hip-hop in my blood, might have sickle sell,
Get with with the drill, you know mommy getting the scrill,
They almost used me in the sequel ′cause of how I kill bills,
They be like, yo shorty, why you move that way?
Shoot that tray, turn niggas into goose pate,
Always keep a little stash for any fool that lay,
Or straight beat down, face looking blue, black, grey.

[Rah Digga]
If it war dem want, war dem'll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
Wall Street be the best.

If it war dem want, war dem′ll get,
Wall Street boy, come on now, gimme my respect,
##unknown##
But pass me my tech,
Them boys, them smoking stressed,
They better watch how we rest.