Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---The Good, The Bad, The Ugly--- --The Game-- [Intro] Yo you can keep asking them fucking questions all fucking day man, I told you that, I told you the fuck happened, man Told your partner the same thing, man How long a nigga gotta stay here? Raggedy-ass precinct [Verse 1] It was money on the table with the bricks I was in the livin' room fillin' on this bitch Heard my car alarm going 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 Pulled the blinds down and took one hit of the Indo' Them niggas ain't doing shit, but stealin' my neighbors rims so Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over That's what I'm rollin' with... Nah, I ain't seen shit and I ain't snitchin' on nobody Yeah, that's my four-five, but it ain't got no bodies Them two dead niggas? Them is nobody They should have torched 'em, then you wouldn't had no bodies I mean look at these pictures, shit is so sloppy Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti Feed a nigga to the sharks after dark [Verse 2] Man, fuck this shit, I thought I told y'all It 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*) So I turned the radio down and cocked my four-fif' Oh shit... Am I hit? Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fit So I turn down all the lights and cocked my four-fifth Seen some niggas jump in they Escalade and that was it How much longer I gotta stay in this mothafucka? Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke But shit, y'all got a nigga stressed I gotta stay in this mothafucka 'til I confess? Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest 'Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami 'Fore I snitch on myself or the 'hood, you understand me? Yeah, I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy Niggas runnin' 'round the 'hood singin' they should get a Grammy And you two motherfuckas should get an Oscar With this good-cop-bad-cop shit, take me to process 'Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years No evidence, no bid, I don't know who split them niggas' wigs [Verse: 3] Already told y'all, it was money on the table with the bricks I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit Then I heard my dogs barkin', and some noise by the fence So I ran to my room and reached for the four-fifth 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