Burnin’ Checks Lyrics in English – The Game, Fivio Foreign

-{Intro: The Game, Fivio Foreign & Eazy-E}-
Everybody From New York, Rapping About My Adidas
And My Chain, This, And This
And South Bronx And Everything
I Wanted To Put My City On The Map
Ayo, Peso, What These N!ggas Want From Me
Ha, It’s Fivi’
Drillmatic Mean All Them Small-A$$ Handguns Going To Hibernation
Let’s Do It
Drill Them (Drill Them)

-{Verse 1: The Game}-
Straight Out The Coast, Right By The Ocean
We Wet Them Up, N!ggas Is Soaking
We In Them Rari’s, Them B!tches Is Floating
Know They Can See Us With The Top Open
Twin Exhaust, Show Them What Smoke Is
I Make The Call, Killers In Motion
We Leave Them Raw Like Dinner At Nobu
He Don’t Want No Beef, He Only Eat Tofu
Antisocial
The Draco Talk, I Don’t Speak To You
Pull Up On The Side Of The Car, Just To See It Shoot
Where Them N!ggas That Be With You, Air Out Your Vehicle
We Ain’t Them N!ggas You Hide From
Hit Them In The Knee And The Thigh Once
Turn A 6’5″ N!gga 5’1″
We Got Them Opp Packs
We Roll Up And Smoke Them To God Son
We Burn Up The Mash, The Gloves, The Clothes
And Raise Hell ’til God Come
I’m The Live One
I’m The One That Keep It Lit
I’m The One They Should Remember
You The One They Gone Forget

-{Chorus: The Game}-
We Ain’t Them N!ggas They Thought That We Was
We Them Real N!ggas That They Said That They Was
Gloves, Mask, Burner, Check
Drugs, Money, Murder, Sex
We Ain’t Them N!ggas They Thought That We Was
We Them Real N!ggas That They Said That They Was
Gloves, Mask, Burner, Check
Drugs, Money, Murder, Sex

-{Verse 2: The Game}-
If I Said I’m The King Of New York, You’d Be Mad?
If I Said I’m The King Of L.A., You’d Be Mad?
N!gga At, Told Him “Don’t Even Ask”
Can A Dead Body Jump Out Of A Bag?
No Monitor Strapped On My Ankle
I’m Back In The City And I Can’t Believe This Sh!t
Got The Biggest, Baddest B!tch In New York
Her Name Liberty, I Came To See The B!tch
Still On That Cedar Sh!t, Red Cap
Smoke In The Clouds, Head Back
If You Ain’t Been Stepped On In A Clean A$$
Pair Of 1995 Air Max, Dead That
He Came To His Senses
We Walk In The Club, It Ain’t For Attention
N!gga Tried To Get Me A Free G-Wagon
I Told Him, “Fu*k That, Free Jimmy Henchman”
Fu*k Out My Mentions, Fu*k All That Talking
Come For The Tension, We In Them Benzes
Tunnel Vision, Even Though The Tunnel Missing
Me And This Nip’ Tat, We In The Trenches

-{Verse 3: Fivio Foreign}-
Brr, Tey Only Call Me For Emergencies
(They Only Call Me For Emergencies)
Of Course, I Can Get Him Hit (Baow)
But I Wanna Do It Myself And It’s Burning Me (Baow)
Huh! Yeah! N!gga, The Nerve Of Me
(N!gga, The Nerve Of Me)
‘Cause I’m Too Rich (I’m Too Rich)
But I Still Wanna Do The Hit (Grrt, Baow)
Yeah! N!gga, My Gun Is Getting Grown
(Gun Is Getting Grown)
I Shoot A N!gga On His Own (On His Own)
Try To Leave It In The House (What?)
But The Sh!t Don’t Wanna Stay Home (Nah)
She Give Me Everything She Own (Ha)
Plus More (Plus More)
It’s Only Me On The Mountain Of Rushmore
(It’s Only Me On The Mountain, Aah!)
When I Stab Them, They Gush More (Boom, Boom, Boom)
Huh! Yeah! Hey! It Give Me A Rush More
(It Give Me A Rush More)
Huh! Look, They Copying, Too Many Of Me (Uhh! )
Huh! I Been In These Streets (Yeah!)
N!gga (N!gga), I Got Rich Off Of Having Beef (Baow)
I Make Them Kill Everything They See (Uhh! )
I Just Blew Blood On This Concrete, Pu$$y (Huh! Pu$$y)
I Dare A N!gga, Try To Harm Me
If I Said I’m The King Of L.A., You’d Be Mad?
(If I Said I’m The King Of L.A., You’d Be Mad?)
Huh! Yeah! Grrt, Twisting My Fingers And Holding My Flag
(Baow, Boom)
Yeah! I Said I’m The King Of New York, That’s A Fact
(New York My City, N!gga)
When I’m In The City, The City Don’t Know How To Act
(Nah, Huh!)
Yeah! (When I’m In The City, The City Don’t Know How To Act)
But When They Call Me King, It Get Me Gassed
When They Promote An Opp, It Get Me Mad
And When They Catch A Score, It Get Me Sad
But When We Get Them Back, It Get Me Glad
Uhh! Real Different (Baow, Baow, Baow, Real Different)
He Got Bullets In Him
(I See An Opp And I’m Hitting A Button, Drill Them)
If He Survive, He Gone Still Feel It (Ha, Woo, Boom)

-{Chorus: The Game & Fivio Foreign}-
We Ain’t Them N!ggas They Thought That We Was (Nah)
We Them Real N!ggas That They Said That They Was (Fivi’, Grrt)
Gloves, Mask, Burner, Check (Baow, Baow, Baow)
Drugs, Money, Murder, Sex (Boom)
We Ain’t Them N!ggas They Thought That We Was (Nah)
We Them Real N!ggas That They Said That They Was (Yeah! Grrt)
Gloves, Mask, Burner, Check (Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow)
Drugs, Money, Murder, Sex

-{Outro: The Game}-
Clap For Him, He Made It To Heaven
Clap For Him, He Made It To Heaven
Checks, Checks
King Of The Drill