เนื้อเพลง the game – paramedics


(feat. young jeezy)

[hook: young jeezy]
2 n-gg-s down, 2 n-gg-s run it
call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning
here come the paramedics!
it goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
all you got is 3 n-gg-s kicking at your door
here come the paramedics!
it goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 n-gg-s run it
call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning
here come the paramedics!

[verse 1: young jeezy]
here come the pain! i’ve got a name
ever since an adolescent i’ve been deep in the game
all i need is more weed, a little something for the pain
so good like a hook from t-pain
they say you’re n-body til somebody kills you
i say “go be somebody, even if it kills you… ”
they say “death smells like bad -ss weave”
another watch, another chain: last thing a n-gg- needs
i swear to god, a couple right by the night stand
clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
and get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
the evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
every night, dude, i wake up in a cold sweat
get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
god d-mn, girl, you so s-xy, cold sh-t
but why they still riding to your old sh-t?
party by the beat, all still riding with ya
party by the big riders, still siding with ya
party by the real n-gg-s still hustling to ya
i know you’re here in the day, ain’t nothing to ya


[verse 2: game]
see us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
give a n-gg- a couple shots, and i ain’t talking about vodka
hanging out the sunroof, snowman driving
n-gg- live through these shots: put his -ss on survivor!
fresh up at the trap, i ain’t never been a rat
get cheese like a mouse, so i’m honest throwing stack
let you suckers make it rain, i’ll make it katrina
and pile all them hoes in the back of my beemer
hit the freeway, b-mping “ghetto boys”, with the v12 steaming
top down, in the rain, california dreaming
i’d be lying if i said i still flip birds
… well n-gg- i still flip birds!
word to the doors on this [?] i’m sitting on
ain’t a rapper alive me and jeezy ain’t sh-tting on
who else you know sh-t out benjamins, and p-ss patron?
put michael buffer between us, and let’s get it on!


[verse 3: game]
(hey snowman, these n-gg-s hustling backwards
i’m a pull the k out, and turn em back around)
look, if i give you half a chicken, can you break that b-tch down?
tell the truth, it’s me n-gg-, ain’t n-body else around
jeezy said it’s a recession, so we hustling that mayweather
my [?] the best pound for pound, like mayweather
undisputed: i never lost a brick
ups, fedex and duct tape to a b-tch
put her -ss on that greyhound
tell that ho to stay down
sleep the first 48, and wake up in the a-town
give a f-ck about a b-tch
die for the paper, hustle relentless
n-gg-, i take the sky from a scr-per
the gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of satan’s house
these rappers turned saints, we pull them f-cking gauges out
black tims kicking in the door, at your lady house
he at the strip club, well f-ck it, we gon wait it out
you tipped him off, so now all the k’s is out
we [?], shot him down from the neighbor’s house


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