The Game Feat. Drake - 100 (Lyrics)

[Intro: Game]

(Johnny Juliano)

(Cardo got ranks)

Real nigga shit

Other night at your crib

It was like me, Black, 40, OB

We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life

Play some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing

[Verse 1: Game]

Niggas called me to set you up

Want me to come and wet you up

Cause you were out of town

Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy

So I came through to vest you up

And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush

A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what

I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide

Teachers ain't testin' us

See I know how it feel to be platinum plus

Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up

Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money

Nigga catch these bullets like he catchin' the bus

Dark fame is a mothafucka

Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth

How soon they forget?

Run up on you at your granny's house

Leave you lyin' like Fif'

How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?

Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas

Drake told me not to trust you niggas

Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas

Just walk around the crib like..

Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitches

Thinkin' 'bout the beef like

We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical

This my city, nigga everybody know it

Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pounds

Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show it

LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit

Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit

Yo 40 I'm fucked up

[Hook: Drake]

Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit

Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit

Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me

All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100

[Verse 2: Drake]

Thank me later, thanks for nothin'

Thanks for bluffin'

Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single fuckin' function

Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family

And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget

Now, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funny

People been reachin' out to me

And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit

I would have so many friends

If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments

I would have so many friends

If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments

I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop

And I stayed on some conscious shit

I would have so many more friends

If I lost my success and my confidence

I'm in the club every time that they play the competition

If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get

Nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid

Might go to Jamaica, disappear again

My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself

[Hook: Drake]

Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit

Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit

Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me

All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100

[Verse 3: Game]

Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga

Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga

If he was still alive, he would kill niggas

He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, nigga

Know how it feel when you're missin' your nigga though

Can't think so you roll up that indigo

Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa

Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost

Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"

Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though

Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though

You niggas don't feel me though

That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch

You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though

Not even to H-Town

So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga

Strapped up from the waist down

That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga

Shit was so simple when Henchman was out

He had a young nigga right there with me

So happy when Bleu Davinci got out

We came up on these California streets

LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit

Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit

Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?

Don't even matter dawg cause I'ma always be a real nigga

Always be a real nigga

I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga

[Hook: Drake]

Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit

Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit

Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me

All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is 100