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Come UpThe Game

Released: April 5, 2012

Featuring: Liife Drake

Songwriter: Liife The Game Drake

Producer: Arthur McArthur Boi-1da

[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw your one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw your one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
I'm like blat-blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
It go blat-blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blat-blatow, how you like me now?
I'm like blat-blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin' bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain't nobody jackin' me
Before you do, you be layin' in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, *mwuah*, locks
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that's when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin' 'bout Detox
I'll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's stickin', and movin' the knife, Floyd might win

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It's Hub city's finest, they respect the mostes
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a condo
Sittin' courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with that
My dick's too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin' champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin' on the couch, it's money Game, that's the campaign
Big in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, I'm gettin' head still
In the club, lookin' past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

[Hook]

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three

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