Artist: The Game f/ Eric Bellinger, Fabolous, Slim Thug Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: Death Penalty Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Fabolous] For not being who you claim, you've been found guilty Two Counts of being lame, you've been found guilty The Charge of fuckin up the game, you've been found guilty Real niggaz sentence you - death penalty! [Fabolous] Ugh, let's get back to this real shit... We Rrde no pump brakes... Everybody actin like they the shooters... Man, I ain't goin for them pump fakes These niggaz is crumb cakes, wish they would say somethin snake Get banged on like a trouble makes the dumb mistake of tryin to jump with Blake These niggaz in my lane, Lob City in these streets Jesus piece on my chain, need God with me in these streets I went through hell just to get where heaven is Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish Scale to 1 to 10, she lookin elevenish If she ain't ridin shotty AK-47 this (haha~!) Shorty came to me when she left her man (man) I looked at her and said you somethin else (somethin else) But the best way to get over somebody (over somebody) is gettin under someone else On that note I'm in that (whoa) 1-2-3 pin that (whoa} They be tellin me I'm the best; I be yellin "I been that!" (Nice) In the club, half a pill and a full clip Get a deal on a +Rose+, no +Bulls+shit [Game] Derrick Rose ghost, I'm in that muh'fucka like Pac-Man Niggaz talking bout +Robin+, I ain't goin for that +Batman+ King of Diamonds like super Sunday, hundred thou' for that lap dance See straight through you pussy niggaz, I call that a cat scan On that note, we in here, peach Ciroc, pronto My gun throw bullets like Peyton Manning my chick walk around with that Bronco Extended clip in that console, two mill' for that condo We gon shoot for that green (whoa) I ain't talkin no Rondo ... Nigga try to say that I ain't a G I pointed at him said "You somethin else" See these +Basketball Wives+ all around my table? We bout to swim through 'em like Mike Phelps Now pop open that 10-pack, your life savings I spent that Niggaz spammin my Instagram, beggin me for they bitch back Sendin threats to my DM, tryin to hack my e-mail Niggaz whisperin to theyself all huddled up like females Yo bitch 'bout to get detailed (whoa) I ain't sparin no details (WOAH) She choked up like Sprewell, I drop her off in that V-12 (nice) Ridin round with that Houston Rocket Keep all of that Jeremy Lin shit in pocket [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] For not being who you claim, you get found guilty TWo accounts up in yo name, you get found guilty Charged with fuckin up the game, you get found guilty Real niggaz sentence you, death penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) {*4X*} Charged with fuckin up the game, you get found guilty Real niggaz sentence you, death penalty [Slim Thug] I'm goin back to Cali, I'm goin back to Cali I'm outta drank and 'dro so I'm goin back to Cali I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces Couple pounds of that kush I ain't the only one gettin wasted Smoke a lil', sell the rest, I'ma hustla baby gotta invest Gettin mine plus interest, you niggaz still ain't winnin yet? I just sold my fourth Bentley, then I got that fo' door Porsche Bout to switch it up for the summer, thinkin 'bout that electric Hummer Strapped up got extra armor, in case a hatin nigga wanna play Everything I rap a hundred, you can check my resume They dont make 'em like me no mo' They dont make 'em this G no mo' I dont see too many G's I just see a bunch of CB4's (geah) Let's get back to that real shit That Pac, B.I.G., U.G.K. kinda +Trill+ shit East, West, and the South If you see a fake nigga point him out! {*echoes*} [Chorus]