The Game, Drake - 100 lyrics | Musixmatch (2024)

Real nigg* sh*t

Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB

We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life

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

nigg*s called me to set you up

Want me to come and wet you up

'Cause you a out of town nigg* like Biggie

Heard about the sh*t 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 nigg* with an owl on his chest and what

I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide

Teachers ain't testin' us

See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus

nigg*s is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up

Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money

nigg* catch these bullets like he catch the bus

Dog, fame is a motherf*cker

Do a nigg* four favors when you can't do the fifth

How soon they forget?

Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'

How a nigg* s'posed to love you nigg*s?

Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you nigg*s

Drake told me not to trust you nigg*s

Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you nigg*s

Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigg* can't live?

Get this money, f*ck these bitches though

Thinkin' 'bout the beef like

We can pass these motherf*ckin' straps like a physical

This my city, nigg*, everybody know it

Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound

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

L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, these nigg*s do some shady sh*t

nigg*s'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh*t, 40, I'm f*cked up

Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t

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

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

L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A., all I ever ask is 100

L.A., L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is one

Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'

Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors

To every single f*ckin' function

Had nigg*s tell me to my face how we were family

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

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

People been reachin' out to me

And I'm on some straight unresponsive sh*t

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 sh*t

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

Yeah, 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...

Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t

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

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

L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A., all I ever ask is 100

L.A., L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is one

Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigg*

Held a nigg* down since he was a lil' nigg*

If he was still alive, he would kill nigg*s

He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill

nigg*s know how it feel when you missin' your nigg* though

Can't think, so you roll up that indigo

Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'

Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn

Make a real nigg* wanna give his life to God like, here it go

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

Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though

You nigg*s 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 nigg*

Strapped up from the waist down

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

sh*t was so simple when Henchman was out

He had a young nigg* right there with Meech

So happy when Bleu Davinci got out

We came up on these California streets

L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, these nigg*s do some shady sh*t

nigg*s'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh*t

Got a nigg* confused, but why a nigg* gotta choose?

Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigg*

Always be a real nigg*

I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigg*

Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t

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

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

L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A., all I ever ask is 100

L.A., L.A. nigg*s, be the craziest, yeah, 100

All I ever ask is one