100 Lyrics - Money Gang - Game

(Cardo got wings) 

Real nigga shit 

Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB 

We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life 

Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing 

Niggas called me to set you up 

Want me to come and wet you up 

Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie 

Heard about the shit with Diddy 

So I came through to vest you up 

And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush 

A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what 

I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide 

Teachers ain't testin' us 

See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus 

Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up 

Tat you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money 

Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus 

Dawg, fame is a motherfucker 

Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth 

How soon they forget? 

Run up on you at your granny house, give you 9 like Fif' 

How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas? 

Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas 

Dre told me not to trust you niggas 

Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas 

Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live?" 

Get this money, fuck these bitches though 

Thinkin' 'bout the beef like: 

"We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical" 

This my city, nigga, everybody know it 

Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound 

Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it 

L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit 

Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard 

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up 

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Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit 

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit 

Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me 

All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 

L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

L.A., all I ever asked is 100 

L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

All I ever asked is 100 

Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' 

Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors 

To every single fuckin' function 

Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family 

And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget 

Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny 

People been reachin' out to me 

And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit 

I would have so many friends 

If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments 

I would have so many friends 

If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments 

I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop 

And I stayed on some conscious shit 

I would have so many more friends 

If I lost my success and my confidence 

I'm in the club every time that they play the competition 

If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get 

Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid 

Might go to Jamaica, disappear again 

My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself... 

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Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit 

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit 

Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me 

All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 

L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

L.A., all I ever asked is 100 

L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

All I ever asked is 100 

Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga 

Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga 

If he was still alive, he would kill niggas 

He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill 

Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though 

Can't think, so you roll up that indigo 

Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' 

Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn 

Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go" 

Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though 

Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though 

You niggas don't feel me though 

That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch 

You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though 

Not even to H-Town 

So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga 

Strapped up from the waist down 

That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga 

Shit was so simple when Henchman was out 

He had a young nigga right there with Meech 

So happy when Bleu Davinci got out 

We came up on these California streets 

L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit 

Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard 

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit 

Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? 

Don't even matter, dog, cause I'm a always be a real nigga 

Always be a real nigga 

I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga 

Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit 

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit 

Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me 

All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 

L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

L.A., all I ever asked is 100 

L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 

All I ever asked is 100