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The Game - Текст песни The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
Yo you can keep asking them fuckin questions all fuckin day man
 I told you what- I told you what the fuck happened man
 Told your partner the same thing man, how long a nigga gotta stay here?
 [Verse 1]
 There was money on the table with the bricks
 I was in the living room feeling on this bitch
 Heard my car alarm goin off on my 6
 So my dogs start barkin and some niggas hit the fence
 So I take my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window
 Pull the blinds down and took one hit of the Endo
 You niggas ain't doin shit, but stealin my neighbors rims so
 Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over
 That's what I'm rolling with..
 Nah I ain't saying shit and I ain't snitching on nobody
 Yea that's my .45, but it ain't got no bodies
 And 2 dead niggas? Them is nobody..
 They should've torched em, then you wouldn't had no bodies
 I mean look at these pictures, just so sloppy
 Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
 Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
 Man fuck this shit I thought I told y'all
 [Verse 2]
 There was money on the table by the bricks
 I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
 Listenin to Jeezy and I heard a little (bullet sound)The Game - The Good, The Bad, The Ugly - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-game/the-good-the-bad-the-ugly-lyrics.html
 So I turned the radio down and cocked my 4-Fif, oh shit..
 Am I hit? Nah just a hole in my Jordan fitted
 So I turn down all the lights and cock my 4-Fif
 Seen some niggas jump in they escalade and that was it
 How much longer I gotta stay in this muthafucka?
 Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke but shit y'all got a nigga stressed
 I gotta stay in this muthafucka until I confess?
 Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest
 Cus it'll be a cold day in Miami
 Before I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me?
 Ya I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy
 Niggas run around the hood singin.. They should get a Grammy
 And you two muthafuckas should get an Oscar
 With this good-cop-bad cop shit.. Take me to process
 Cus I don't eat breakfast with no pigs
 I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years
 No evidence, no big. I don't know who split them niggas' wigs
 [Verse 3]
 Already told y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks
 I was walkin to the bathroom to take a shit
 Then I heard my dogs barkin, there's some noise by the fence
 So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 Fif
 Then I seen three niggas by my back door
 Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
 So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer
 Guess I had to welcome niggas to the gun store..












