Artist: The Game
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[Intro: The Game]
Yo, you can keep asking them fucking questions all fucking day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
I told your partner the same thing man
How long a nigga gotta stay here, before I can get out of this precinct?

[The Game as 'The Good']
There was money on the table with the bricks
I was in the living room feeling on this bitch
Heard my car alarm going off on my six
so my dogs start barking and some niggas hit the fence
So I took my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window
Pulled the blinds down and took one hit of the endo
You niggas ain't doing shit but stealing my neighbor's rims so
walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over
That's what I'm rolling with
Nah I ain't saying shit and I ain't snitching on nobody
Yeah that's my fo'-five, but it ain't got no bodies
And two dead niggas? Them is nobody
They should have torched 'em, then you wouldn't have had no bodies
I mean, look at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed that nigga to the sharks after dark
Man, fuck this shit, I thought I told y'all

[The Game as 'The Bad']
There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table chopping up some shit
Listening to Jeezy and I heard a little {*sound of bullet whizzing by*}
so I turned the radio down and cocked my four-fifth
Oh shit, am I hit?
Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fit
So I turned down all the lights and cocked my four-fifth
Seen some niggas jump in the Escalade and that was it
How long I gotta stay in this motherfucker? Let me get a cigarette
I don't even smoke, but shit, y'all got a nigga stressed
I gotta stay in this motherfucker till 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 run around the hood singing, they should get a Grammy
And you two motherfuckers 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 twenty-five years
No evidence, no bid
I don't know who split them niggas' wigs, already told y'all

[The Game as 'The Ugly']
There was money on the table with the bricks
I was walking to the bathroom to take a shit
Then I heard my dogs barking, there's some noise by the fence
so I ran to my room and reached for the four-fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my backdoor
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