The Game – Church For Thugs

Download another hot and amazing mp3 free song By The Game and this song is titled “Church For Thugs”.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album titled “The Documentary” Whis was released some years ago in January 18, 2005.

 

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[Intro: Just Blaze]

Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey

What y’all fools know about perculatin’ on lo-los?

Mics and six-fo’s, nigga

Ha ha, no more hand claps, please, nigga

Here we go – Just Blaze!

 

[Verse 1: The Game]

To all my niggas on the porch gettin’ they hair braided

Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch

And I can’t forget, my niggas ridin’ the train, Yankee fitted

Snub nose under that Pelle shit

I love New York, but gangbangin’ that’s L.A. shit

And I’m proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it

Haters you know who you are, you could turn it down, fuck it

I could shoot a video to it and spend half the budget

I’m gangsta, let the 40 cal’ blow in public

More hatred inside my soul than ‘Pac had for Delores Tucker

Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer

‘Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors

I seen it all through the Range tints

Got niggas doin life in the state pen

So I dread like Jamaicans

If I die for one of my statements

Then break up the streets of Compton

Spread my blood in the pavement

 

[Chorus: The Game]

Believe me, niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

 

[Verse 2: The Game]

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write

Get my Reebok deal done or I’m stayin’ in Air Nikes, aight?

I handle bars, you ain’t gotta ride a bike

To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin’ wheels

Let’s roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to kill

We’ll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will

For real, nah, Pharrell, I need a track, homie

Dre we too close, ain’t no turnin’ back, homie

Deal with it, I’ma be here for ten years

Spittin’ like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big, yeah

Let me paint this picture while you sit here

Thinkin’ in the back of your mind, ‘this is the shit,’ yeah

I spit for niggas doin’ 25 on their fifth year

Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier

Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear

And every nigga who ever helped me to get here

 

[Chorus: The Game]

Believe me, niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

 

[Verse 3: The Game]

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin’ weight

Now three bricks, four bricks, I’m drivin’ upstate

Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake

Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight

Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate

’til the Heckler and Koch, leave ’em chopped up like Freddy’s face

Niggas catchin’ feelings ’cause I’m about millions

And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest

You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla

Put us in the same cage, and I’ma have to peel ’em

The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin’

Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village

The head honcho, starin’ out the third story window

Of my Beverly Hills condo

Two long-ass Heats, I call ’em Shaq and Alonzo

You niggas want me out of L.A., geah, I know

 

[Chorus: The Game]

Believe me, niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin’ they gon’ heat me up

Talkin’ that shit like they gon’ lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what’s up

Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal

 

 

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