What Type Of Nigga
The Game Lyrics


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Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas sit down to piss
What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggas see me when I'm come
Through and ain't no denyin
That them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line
Six double oh deuce zeroes
I'm feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'til
Them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine
Come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry
It ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance
Make sure it ain't a nigga
There to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin to win
Fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn
And that Neil Armstrong nigga

Trust me dog
Ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta
You a bitch and that's that
Niggas thinkin I retired my Chuck
Put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin
Or me comin through
Droppin all y'all niggas with
Three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin
One in the changer
One when I push the button's
Right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over
I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder
I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the
Bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning
They can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other
How I do 'em in line

Come through in a big boy
Leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin a
Clone but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time
Then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me
I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when I'm loadin up them clips
I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy
Got mo' guns
Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in
The face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head
Look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survival
But I'mma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it
Bet my main squeeze mink on it




Think this shit a joke? Bet
The S-5 pink on it

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Game's song "What Type Of Nigga" showcase his tough and unapologetic persona as a gangsta rapper. He starts by contrasting real gangstaz who "hold their dick" and assert their dominance, while bitch niggas "sit down to piss," implying weakness and lack of masculinity. The chorus asks the question, "What type of nigga is you?" and The Game responds by proclaiming himself as the type of nigga who carries multiple guns and is willing to shoot out of anger.


The first verse describes The Game's presence in the streets, driving a big car with large rims, exuding confidence and power. He boasts about his hustle, making a lot of money and keeping his weapons close. He also mentions his willingness to engage in violence and won't stop shooting until his enemies are eliminated. The line "Fuck the awards, keep that little-ass horn and that Neil Armstrong nigga" further displays his disregard for mainstream recognition and his desire for a more audacious and intense lifestyle.


The second verse continues with The Game expressing his disregard for his rivals, stating that nothing they say in their raps can make them a real gangsta. He emphasizes his readiness to use his gun and his skill in aiming accurately. The Game also references historical figures like Lee Harvey Oswald, JFK's assassin, implying that he can deliver a fatal shot to his enemies. He maintains his confidence in his ability to handle confrontations, even suggesting that he can shoot multiple targets at once.


Overall, the song portrays The Game as a fearless and dangerous character who is unafraid to resort to violence and assert his dominance over his rivals.


Line by Line Meaning

Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Authentic gangsters assert their dominance with confidence


Bitch niggas sit down to piss
Weak individuals lack the courage to take risks


What type of nigga is you?
What kind of person are you?


I'm the type to pack a gat or few
I carry multiple guns for protection


Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you
I resort to violence when angered


Y'all niggas see me when I'm come
Everyone recognizes my presence


Through and ain't no denyin
It's undeniable


That them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Those large weapons are .25 caliber


Swayin in and out of white line
Swinging in and out of traffic lanes


Six double oh deuce zeroes
600,000 dollars


I'm feelin like the streets is mine
I have a sense of ownership over the streets


Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
I earn money through illegal activities and keep my weapons hidden


See more fall guys than Foreman ali combined
I witness more individuals getting caught than famous boxers


If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
If there's a dispute, I will use my weapon


And I won't stop bustin 'til
I will continue shooting until


Them Escalade seats recline
The individuals in the vehicle are dead


The kid roll with a greasy nine
I carry a dirty 9mm handgun


Come through and blast
I arrive and shoot


I return shots like Arthur Ashe
I respond with gunfire like the tennis player Arthur Ashe


You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
It's evident, ten bullets result in ten deaths


Fuck bein sorry
I don't care about remorse


It ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
It's just another violent event among gangsters


And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin
I ensure no one survives


Shoot up the ambulance
I even attack emergency vehicles


Make sure it ain't a nigga
I ensure there are no survivors


There to revive him
Attempting to save him


And the Game ain't tryin to win
I'm not interested in winning awards


Fuck the awards
I don't care about accolades


So keep that little-ass horn
Don't celebrate me with a small trophy


And that Neil Armstrong nigga
And that insignificant person


Trust me dog
Believe me, my friend


Ain't shit you can put in your rap
There's nothing you can say in your music


That'll make you a gangsta
To make you a true gangster


You a bitch and that's that
You're a coward and that's final


Niggas thinkin I retired my Chuck
People believe I stopped carrying my firearm


Put the gun back in the holsters
But I still conceal it


Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
I maneuver through traffic in a fast car


But that don't stop the heater from bangin
But it doesn't prevent me from using my gun


Or me comin through
Or me arriving


Droppin all y'all niggas with
Shooting all of you with


Three in the chamber
Three bullets in the gun chamber


Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin
I always carry two Mac-10 guns when driving


One in the changer
One loaded gun ready to be switched


One when I push the button's
One when I press the button to eject the magazine


Right next to the cupholder
In close proximity to the cupholder


Dog we can get this shit over
We can finish this quickly


I got ten on the Game
I bet ten on myself


Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Let's imagine Lee Harvey Oswald shooting you


Ain't gotta look over my shoulder
I don't need to be cautious


I'm good with the aim
I have excellent accuracy


Good with the handle and the
Skilled with the gun and


Bullet's good with the bloodstains
Bullets are effective at causing bloodshed


And the coroner's real good with that pickup
The coroner is adept at removing dead bodies


A1 good with the carpet cleaning
They clean the carpet thoroughly


They can get the rest of that shit up
They can take care of the remaining mess


Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
I kill rapidly, two individuals at a time


Put you niggas next to each other
I place your dead bodies close together


How I do 'em in line
The way I execute people in an orderly fashion


Come through in a big boy
Arrive in a luxurious car


Leave the bullshit at home
Don't bring any unnecessary troubles


If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If there's a conflict, I will bring my gun


If I die then I'm leavin a
If I die, I'll leave behind a


Clone but if I live
Copy, but if I survive


Through the drama one mo' time
Through the difficult situations once again


Then them boys gotta dig
Then they have to dig graves


When I think about who shot me
When I reflect on who shot me


I listen to Big
I listen to Notorious B.I.G.'s music


When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
When I'm performing on the road, I listen to Jay-Z


Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
Listen to Nas while relaxing on the street corner


And when I'm loadin up them clips
When I'm loading my gun magazines


I listen to 'Pac
I listen to Tupac Shakur's music


A semi with me like Eddie Murphy
I carry a semi-automatic weapon like Eddie Murphy


Got mo' guns
I have more guns


Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
Than the famous basketball players have jerseys


And you might get 'em all in
And you might receive them all


The face when shit get thick
In your face when the situation intensifies


Make the back of your head
Cause the back of your head


Look like Jerome Kearsey
To resemble a violent scene


And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
Doing a drive-by in the neighborhood is effortless


We ain't even got survival
We don't even have basic survival necessities


But I'mma still take that ride
But I'm still willing to take that risk


Bet my drink on it
I'm so confident that I'm willing to bet my drink


Bet my main squeeze mink on it
I'm so confident that I'm willing to bet my partner's expensive fur coat


Think this shit a joke? Bet
Do you think this is a joke? Let's see


The S-5 pink on it
My luxury car, the S-5, has a pink finish




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Simon Johnson

This the CD that JT the bigga figga put out back in the day. Get Low Records, straight out the bay

216mob

game spittin' over them mobbed out sean-t beatz, $traight fire.

Qadi90

do you know where i can download this? i didn't find any torrents, mega-upload is down, nothing on rapid-share :(

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