Eat Your Beats Alive Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

(JT) 

Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne 

Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck 

Game, what it do? (What it do?) 

(The Game) 

They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit 

The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift 

The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheel 

of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill 

The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys 

It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy 

So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger 

But you won't catch my face on E.R. 

But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance 

Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR 

Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton 

Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents 

Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no actin 

So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers 

We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven) 

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(Chorus: JT) 

When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive 

When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive 

Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive 

Cause it's all about math - eat ya beats alive 

When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive 

When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive 

All about this cash - eat ya beats alive 

Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive 

(The Game) 

It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots 

Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket 

It's (reversed) you faggots, desperado in tact 

June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla) 

Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac 

Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he 

With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest 

Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know? 

Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow 

Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys 

Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors 

And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces 

To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan 

Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him 

Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him 

Big face said I could it, he'll bet you a G 

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(Chorus) 

(JT) 

See I'm the nigga with the most flow 

Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know 

Independent with my hustle 

Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle it's time to bubble 

West coast is the place where we holdin it down 

Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now 

I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough 

Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol 

Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheddar cheese 

Canary wristwatch on celebrities 

Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese 

And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece 

Catch 'em slippin comin out the Burger King 

Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot 

Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it 

My whole block gets hard like granite 

(Chorus) 

(JT) Nigga