This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
3 Killas on the rise,
come through scremin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin' homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
Eastwood [Verse 1]
Ha ha, Eastwood nigga check it out.
Yo, I caught'em at the corner liquor store,
ran'em for his jewels
Told'em gimme everything you got,
hat to the shoes.
You done showed me what it is,
now show me what it do
I done jacked a gang of bitch ass niggaz like you.
My profile suspect,
i'm wanted for murder
Investigated by the feds on no shit I ain't heard of.
In '94 they say the wood was involved wit' a carjackin,
thats when my phone started trippin, I'm knowin my shits out.
Tryin' to tell me how I'm livin' like they B.E.T,
sometimes I feel like it's a camera in my T.V screen.
Ha ha,
I am the best ever since my moms left,
I ain't holdin' my breath,
I'm prosectured to death.
It's Eastwood,
I'm as deadly as terpentine,
spittin venemous rhymes with more heart then valentine when we ride.
The Game [Chorus]
The Game [Verse 2]
Life is what you make it,
sometimes I see blatant visions of Satan.
I been smokin' hella the marijuana vapors,
wit' dreams of gettin paper on felonious capers
Rent a car from Avis bangin' the best of Anita Baker,
Now Is That sacred when niggaz spend money on Jacobs,
And its that same shit that get blood spilled on the pavement
I'm patiently waitin' for God to open heaven gates
& I'll take a knife in my heart before I'll murder my neighbor
& for that i'm hated,
'cause most of they rhymin is basic,
Drop 1 album & left the whole world stuck in amazement,
started wit' Rakim,
found him in my moms basement,
one demo tape & i'm on Em & Dr. Dre shit.
The Game [Chorus]
Techniec [Verse 3]
The hood got me feelin' like my back against the wall,
but I been here befo',
Let me fly or give me death,
Im in here for dough.
My pops used to hustle the corner in lotto kicks,
attempted to try'em on,
didnt like that fit.
Went after a record deal,
shit I got that supersize,
niggaz aint fly then Tec at this shit
Im a natural nigga,
so its only right we boss up after these figgaz,
so classical nigga.
I'll document the avenue,
study the set back to the O.G's,
create a new avenue niggaz, so we can ride.
Rims spinnin off the chrome,
check the rearview wave spinnin off the dome,
honey the westcoast is home.
come through scremin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
come through screamin' homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
Eastwood [Verse 1]
Ha ha, Eastwood nigga check it out.
Yo, I caught'em at the corner liquor store,
ran'em for his jewels
Told'em gimme everything you got,
hat to the shoes.
You done showed me what it is,
now show me what it do
I done jacked a gang of bitch ass niggaz like you.
My profile suspect,
i'm wanted for murder
Investigated by the feds on no shit I ain't heard of.
In '94 they say the wood was involved wit' a carjackin,
thats when my phone started trippin, I'm knowin my shits out.
Tryin' to tell me how I'm livin' like they B.E.T,
sometimes I feel like it's a camera in my T.V screen.
Ha ha,
I am the best ever since my moms left,
I ain't holdin' my breath,
I'm prosectured to death.
It's Eastwood,
I'm as deadly as terpentine,
spittin venemous rhymes with more heart then valentine when we ride.
The Game [Chorus]
The Game [Verse 2]
Life is what you make it,
sometimes I see blatant visions of Satan.
I been smokin' hella the marijuana vapors,
wit' dreams of gettin paper on felonious capers
Rent a car from Avis bangin' the best of Anita Baker,
Now Is That sacred when niggaz spend money on Jacobs,
And its that same shit that get blood spilled on the pavement
I'm patiently waitin' for God to open heaven gates
& I'll take a knife in my heart before I'll murder my neighbor
& for that i'm hated,
'cause most of they rhymin is basic,
Drop 1 album & left the whole world stuck in amazement,
started wit' Rakim,
found him in my moms basement,
one demo tape & i'm on Em & Dr. Dre shit.
The Game [Chorus]
Techniec [Verse 3]
The hood got me feelin' like my back against the wall,
but I been here befo',
Let me fly or give me death,
Im in here for dough.
My pops used to hustle the corner in lotto kicks,
attempted to try'em on,
didnt like that fit.
Went after a record deal,
shit I got that supersize,
niggaz aint fly then Tec at this shit
Im a natural nigga,
so its only right we boss up after these figgaz,
so classical nigga.
I'll document the avenue,
study the set back to the O.G's,
create a new avenue niggaz, so we can ride.
Rims spinnin off the chrome,
check the rearview wave spinnin off the dome,
honey the westcoast is home.
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
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