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Game

Genres: Hip-Hop

Never Can Say Goodbye Lyrics - Game

Picture me rollin in that bmdub 

Headed to the club 

Fresh out the tyson fight 

Beamer all rimmed up 

Shinin with the big homie five car caravan 

Ridin shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air 

Me against the world is what I told my foes 

So it's me against the world til I poke them hos 

Leanin out the window 

Flickin ashes off the indo 

Throwin up westside I see one of my kinfolk 

Put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows 

I'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino 

But fuck it it's deathrow 

The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin death blow 

Tell kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know 

I ain't got no kids I'm only 24 

Before I could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go 

The 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door 

 

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Never can say goodbye 

Never can say goodbye to my friends I love it when they call me big poppa 

I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa 

Look I gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali 

And hit one of my bitches in the valley 

Gotta call my nigga sean 

Tell him reserve the don 

Tell him to get the chron and the teflon 

I think they trippin off the homie gettin shot 

But god bless his soul lord knows it wasn't pop or the mafia 

Kim tell cease get the fuckin truck 

We bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up 

Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies 

I'm thinkin bout tiana these niggas is lookin silly 

If this was brooklyn I would ump the 9 milli 

But fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies 

Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban 

Heard another car swerven 

Gun shots closed my curtains 

Biggie 

 

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Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitus I can't talk 

Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk 

Ivs in my arm my wife tomika at my legs 

Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed 

I can hear jerry heller in the hall 

But I could'ntcube and dr. dre no more at all 

Through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs 

Niggas with atitude spray painted on the walls 

I'm flatlinin it's bad timin 

Straight outta compton the king of gangsta raps dyin 

Cause of death the aids virus 

Conspiricy I guess the government just hates violence 

They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots 

Woulda been here to see my kids grow if I stayed quiet 

Took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence 

Easy I had to let em know 

U could catch me cruisin down the street in my 64 

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