When The Chips Are Down
Lloyd Banks/The Game
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Yeah
These niggas wanna see me
'Cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy
To get mine
You get your ass laid down
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Funny how the world revolves around my clique
'Cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit
Me and my right hand shared the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I aired the game out with
It's amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas'll blow your brain out shit
I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
The rubber band man, be goddamn if I can
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a nigga still flee it's a steel I pop
I'm on my grind, Swift you thought I'd chill, I'm not
Won't stop letting that steering wheel peel the block
Why not?
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Bench, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I borrowed his G-Unit to walk through the Matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent, now I got a facelift
Magazines wanna know where the fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got graced in
2001 I was playing my PlayStation
Heard nine shots, I'm face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about was hide my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out that coma, police waiting for a statement
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cellphone
A year passed, Nakai dead and L gone
And I'm sick, bought a chopper with a long clip
So think about that before you make your songs dick
Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him
'Cause I'm down to go the whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride
Every strip, block and projects is on my side
A ghetto don, 'bout a hundred grand on my arm
Sick watch, another hundred grand on my charm
You broke, nigga
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round
Down, the paint is peeling
Down, and when the chips are down
Down, you kinda lose all feeling
Down, your head goes 'round and 'round