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the game - burnin' checks lyrics

[intro: the game, & eazy_e]
everybody from new york, rappin’ about my adidas
and my chain, this, and this, and south bronx and everything
i wanted to put my city on the map
ayo, peso, what these n_ggas want from me

drillmatic mean all them small_ass handguns goin’ to hibernation

[verse 1: the game]
straight out the coast, right by the ocean
we wet ’em up, n_ggas is soakin’
we in them rari’s, them b_tches is floatin’
know they can see us with the top open
twin exhaust, show ’em what smoke is
i make the call, k!llers in motion
we leave ’em raw like dinner at n0bu
he don’t want no beef, he only eat tofu
antisocial
the draco talk, i don’t speak to you
pull up on the side of the car, just to see it shoot
where them n_ggas that be with you, air out your vehicle
we ain’t them n_ggas you hide from
hit ’em in the knee and the thigh once
turn a 6’5″ n_gga 5’1″
we got them opp packs
we roll up and smoke ’em to god son
we burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise h_ll ’til god come
i’m the live one
i’m the one that keep it lit
i’m the one they should remember
you the one they gon’ forget
[chorus: the game]
we ain’t them n_ggas they thought that we was
we them real n_ggas that they said that they was
gloves, mask, burner, check
drugs, money, murder, s_x
we ain’t them n_ggas they thought that we was
we them real n_ggas that they said that they was
gloves, mask, burner, check
drugs, money, murder, s_x

[verse 2: the game]
if i said i’m the king of new york, you’d be mad?
if i said i’m the king of l.a., you’d be mad?
n_gga act, told him “don’t even ask”
can a dead body jump out of a bag?
no monitor strapped on my ankle
i’m back in the city and i can’t believe this sh_t
got the biggest, baddest b_tch in new york
her name liberty, i came to see the b_tch
still on that cedar sh_t, red cap
smoke in the clouds, head back
if you ain’t been stepped on in a clean ass pair of 1995 air max, dead that
he came to his senses
we walk in the club, it ain’t for attention
n_gga tried to get me a free g_wagon
i told him, “f_ck that, free jimmy henchman”
f_ck out my mentions, f_ck all that talkin’
come for the tension, we in them benzes
tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin’
me and this nip’ tat, we in the trenches
[verse 3: fivio foreign]
brr, they only call me for emergencies (they only call me for emergencies)
of course, i can get him hit (baow)
but i wanna do it myself and it’s burnin’ me (baow)
huh, yeah, n_gga, the nerve of me (n_gga, the nerve of me)
’cause i’m too rich (i’m too rich), but i still wanna do the hit (grrt, baow)
yeah, n_gga, my gun is gettin’ grown (gun is gettin’ grown)
i shoot a n_gga on his own (on his own)
try to leave it in the house (what?)
but the sh_t don’t wanna stay home (nah)
she give me everything she own (ha)
plus more (plus more)
it’s only me on the mountain of rushmore (it’s only me on the mountain, ah)
when i stab ’em, they gush more (boom, boom, boom)
huh, yeah, hey, it give me a rush more (it give me a rush more)
huh, look, they copyin’, too many of me (uh)
huh, i been in these streets (yeah)
n_gga (n_gga), i got rich off of havin’ beef (baow)
i make ’em k!ll everything they see (uh)
i just blew blood on this concrete, p_ssy (huh, p_ssy)
i dare a n_gga, try to harm me
if i said i’m the king of l.a., you’d be mad? (if i said i’m the king of l.a., you’d be mad?)
huh, yeah, grrt, twistin’ my fingers and holdin’ my flag (baow, boom)
yeah, i said i’m the king of new york, that’s a fact (new york my city, n_gga)
when i’m in the city, the city don’t know how to act (nah, huh)
yeah (when i’m in the city, the city don’t know how to act)
but when they call me king, it get me gassed
when they promote an opp, it get me mad
and when they catch a score, it get me sad
but when we get ’em back, it get me glad
uh, real different (baow, baow, baow, real different)
he got bullets in him
(i see an opp and i’m hittin’ a b_tton, drill ’em)
if he survive, he gon’ still feel it (ha, woo, boom)
[chorus: the game & fivio foreign]
we ain’t them n_ggas they thought that we was (nah)
we them real n_ggas that they said that they was (fivi’, grrt)
gloves, mask, burner, check (baow, baow, baow)
drugs, money, murder, s_x (boom)
we ain’t them n_ggas they thought that we was (nah)
we them real n_ggas that they said that they was (yeah, grrt)
gloves, mask, burner, check (baow, baow, baow, baow)
drugs, money, murder, s_x

[outro: the game]
clap for him, he made it to heaven
clap for him, he made it to heaven
checks
checks
king of the drill

- the game lyrics

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