"Untold Story" lyrics
(feat. JT)
[The Game:]
Niggas don't really want it, just talking out the side of their neck
How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out
Breathe easy nigga they're trying to get them bullets out
It was all good a week ago, you was calling shots in the hood
Bitch now you sold rock in the hood
Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya
But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood
Ghost town, niggas won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggas is talking to Suge
You cats gon' get with that, or get with the Mac
And I ain't talking 'bout Beans, talking 'bout this gat
The kid still a hundred miles and running
Niggas smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm coming
And fuck MTV, I live in The Real World
Call my guns "R. Kelly". They'll touch your little girl, 'cause
[Tee-Uk (The Game):]
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
[JT:]
It's a done deal, Seth's back, making it hot
No questions, I'm taking my spot
Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop
JT, and the Game is hot
It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry
Tailored suits and gators, man, laughing at these haters
Man, show me the money then. Pay me, man
It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes
Mink coats and diamond clusters
West coast we nothing but hustlers
We grimy and gritty, cool like that, old school fools
Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holler back
[Tee-Uk (The Game):]
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Niggas don't really want it, just talking out the side of their neck
How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out
Breathe easy nigga they're trying to get them bullets out
It was all good a week ago, you was calling shots in the hood
Bitch now you sold rock in the hood
Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya
But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood
Ghost town, niggas won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggas is talking to Suge
You cats gon' get with that, or get with the Mac
And I ain't talking 'bout Beans, talking 'bout this gat
The kid still a hundred miles and running
Niggas smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm coming
And fuck MTV, I live in The Real World
Call my guns "R. Kelly". They'll touch your little girl, 'cause
[Tee-Uk (The Game):]
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
[JT:]
It's a done deal, Seth's back, making it hot
No questions, I'm taking my spot
Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop
JT, and the Game is hot
It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry
Tailored suits and gators, man, laughing at these haters
Man, show me the money then. Pay me, man
It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes
Mink coats and diamond clusters
West coast we nothing but hustlers
We grimy and gritty, cool like that, old school fools
Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holler back
[Tee-Uk (The Game):]
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Laying with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fucking with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killer will do anything)
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
