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[feat. Swizz Beatz & Jay Electronica] [Bob Marley Sample] [The Game:] Guess who in the building Send New York a fax[? ] Tell em I'm riding chronica with Jay Electronica Tell em it's (Game Time) Yeah let em know son I've been swizz cheesing beats since '01 I put the Range in the Rov The 6 in the hundred Stay blunted nigga I gets money You niggas spittin to get cars and cop cribs Can I live Drive that bullshit off a bridge With a Jesus piece under my polo Entourage never that now I ride solo Toll up backwards and smoke with Finesse, yes! I said a prayer than took off my vest Now I'm walking with the side full fully loaded Back on the top like I'm sittin on the Eiffell Tower I devoure MC's I'm dope aka a hundred keys Letras de canciones[Chorus:] Higher, higher, higher, higher (Put ya drinks in the air and get) Higher, higher, higher, higher (ay, ay, Game and Swizz in here we get) Higher, higher, higher, higher (Put your hands in the air and get) Higher, higher, higher, higher [Jay Electronica:] Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game Cut throat, you got to pull your own weight nigga [? ] I'm out West now banging with the Game and 'em California top shelf kush to the cranium One love one blood the legend is real Word to @Iamdiddy the President Seal has been stamped and approved We rock every crowd you get trampled and booed Uh ha, it's the phantom of the shock wa Slum dog opera, rap radar, nahright, okayplayer, mashup Everything was all good just a week ago What happened to your clique nigga where your people go I got a message for you homie We got the game locked down from Engerwood to [? ] Jay Elecdomica and Westside rear Breaking bread like Black Kings fuck what you sayin' [Chorus] [Nas] From Letras Mania