Songtext When... get thick von The Game

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When... get thick

[20 second instrumental to open]

[The Game]
Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming
Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin
Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors
It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours
Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras
Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city
And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go
Like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh

[Chorus]
When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin
Payback come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause
When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin
Payback come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent

[Sean T]
No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space coaster
We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war, like United States soldiers
Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's
I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers
Before you even try to play, foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over
We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we live like kings
Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle

[Chorus]

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody know it
I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up
My favorite color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat
You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some
I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live
We check your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta holla the name
It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT

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[20 second instrumental to open]

[The Game] 
Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed 
I done answered that question when I copped my deal 
Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer 
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming 
Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it 
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin 
Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors 
It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law 
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board 
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars 
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours 
Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras 
Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city 
And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go 
Like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh

[Chorus] 
When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin 
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin 
Payback come through violent, nigga 
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause 
When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin 
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin 
Payback come through violent, nigga 
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent

[Sean T] 
No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa 
We off the train tracks like the great space coaster 
We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa 
Prepare for war, like United States soldiers 
Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's 
I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers 
Before you even try to play, foolish all over 
Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over 
We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest 
When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's 
Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed 
Always dirty never clean but we live like kings 
Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow 
But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows 
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah fuck it the whole bottle 
And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle

[Chorus]

[JT the Bigga Figga] 
I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in 
36 on a triple beam scale for meal 
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet 
To bag up baguettes and everybody know it 
I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up 
My favorite color is rainbowed up 
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap 
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat 
You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets 
We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info 
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come 
I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some 
I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live 
We check your five, the spot where the tec dies 
And everybody gotta holla the name 
It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT