Exclusively lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Exclusively



 Send "Exclusively" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Exclusively, ridin on
them deuces G 

Talkin 'bout what your
gameplan used to be 

They got us choppin up
game through the fog and smoke 

We came a
long way but still we got so far to go 



[Verse One] 

Yeah I know I got 4
to go, so with these bars I flow 

At a pace
for the papes I thank y'all should know 

I
lace it properly for property, it really ain't no
stoppin me 

And plus I'm tryin to get my
money on like Monopoly 

Politickin economy,
if I could be a made nigga 

Smokin on e'ry
nigga, balled out paid nigga 

Keepin it
real, I'm still deep in the field 

Deep
with the skills for the bills 

I got the
million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill 

I bring the thrill like Will Clark 

I will
bust I will spark and flame in the booth 

You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the
booth 

I serve the thunder, that shit
that'll brang in the roof 



[Verse
Two] 

My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches


Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act
vicious with my folks 

Sav livin with my
vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble 

Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel 

There's
nothin to a boss, man we live it up 

Smash
for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz
give it up 

I got no time for that fake
shit 

Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even
bitches thinkin they sick 

So nigga
basically the world is a ghetto 

Play a
nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a
meadow 

I keep it real with niggaz that be
true to me 

There's nothin you can do to me


My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the
streets 



[Chorus] 



[Verse Three: The Game] 

Lace your Timbs,
polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas 

You can't ball then it's probably the haters


Can't breathe then it's probably the
desert, if you a gangster or not 

I give a
fuck dawg, bullets is hot 

And every nigga
gon' cry when he hit 

The more pain the
more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit 

And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they
know 

if they came through everybody in the
X-5 is hit 

Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die
for this 

The Game the reason all these
niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit 

Compton
niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 

Fuck you up like one time'll do 

And I
dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King
Boulevard 

Pull it hard, Doogie Howser
pullin bullets out your jaw 

Turn your
round trip into a one-way ticket 

You can
visit, but you can not lie and kick it 



[Verse Four] 

It's time for me to
shine, life on the grind, life on the line 

Feelin like I'm runnin out of time 

It's
now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get
better 

These streets got me hungry as ever


Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck
in the game 

Everyday we gotta hustle and
slang, struggle and strain 

to bubble, weed
plus the 'caine to juggle 

Organize the
brains and muscle 



[Chorus] 



[Verse Five] 

You {?} like Sammy
did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze 

Like those
whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery 

Told 'em
we ride around in them cars on them big wheels


In the killing field makin 100 bills on
the P-700 Pirelli wheels 

Marshall Faulk in
to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 

'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where
we livin 

Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on
the ground 

After they down ya, sneak ya and
plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya 

Got ya body bein
scrutinized by a flock of doctors 

Still an
unsolved mystery, statistically, history 

A
Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my
credibility