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the game - dr dre 1
Now his parents hustled
So he was left alone by himself a lot
So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do
When boys in the hood came out, this little nigga rolled himself a joint
And watched the whole motherfucker by itself
His pops didn't give a fuck, but his mom found out?
Shit, she'd kill him and his dad
She didn't want him seeing, being or getting caught up in no gangsta shit
So she never knew, until now
the game - 200 bars and running
The Game talking]
What the fuck is all this noise?
He from Cali he can't rap
He ain't better than this nigga
That's my favorite artist
Fuck y'all hear the breakdown
[Verse 1: The Game]
No detox I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
Cuz Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your shit be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey switch your raps
Cuz that shit on your last album ain't get you plat's
What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back
??? Industry niggaz I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let your ears do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I am not have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back
That's nine five a bird take half of that
Import it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'mma gives you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'mma blast the Mack
They won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing after that
Except you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the fuck put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on
And it don't matter is it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through your stereo
Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the stars take you back to the car
Rewind time march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother phase he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote
We runnin through the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a mask
Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag
Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New York know that you a fag
Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in here
Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you stand
Smurf-ette runnin around New York like he the man
But he peed in his pants
When he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean terrorize New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New York no more like john Storch
Gotta call cuz i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough like 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the thermo
Wait till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
Cuz he know Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me ménage's
Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in
Promote without that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to bleed for barklies
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain cuz every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad cuz Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you cuz Joe can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
Ray Roy Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts only two ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might clap 'em
Cuz niggaz shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart cuz I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga this shit crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to warn Slim Shady
I forgive him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge home
These niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him
When the beef is on my piece is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks
Cuz I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot
Niggaz snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece shot
With my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like a heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might think I'm ridin dick
Cuz I let the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup
[The Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the crown nigga
What the fuck y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I ain't no threat
I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll murder anyone of you motherfuckin
G-G-G-G-Unit
Ah!
the game - aim for the head
(Swizz Beats)
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)
(The Game)
yo cass lets they ass know you aint playin wit em
(Cassidy)
yo game let them lames know you aint playin wit em
[The Game]
I got my slugs on
gettin my thug on
new era brim low
giovanni rims oh
phantom got curtains, you cant see through the tints so
bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
it's me and swizzle for shizzle
v twizzle the pistols
cock it back if you carry a missle
can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
if you miss soldier slim do the nolia clap
or recline the seats in the rover back
yeah its me and young cass til hov come back
you wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
you be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
they don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
other niggas snitch on em
like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
he might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil back like the brother of rich porter
run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
yeah
[Cassidy]
shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real, with the menage in tip drills
gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feel
i shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and I grip steel still keep the clips still
everything I spit real
everything I spit ill
everything I spit sick, for real aint shit switch
aint shit changed, like rick james im rich bitch
get change big chain the wrist glist
I'm with Game, I'ma make cake like bisquick
my album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get
er'y one in the gun til it go click click
then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
duece duece the skates in the coupe great
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots laced i got base and them white keys
bout to cop a convertible crib, like ice t's
and that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese
I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees
[Swizz Beats]
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)
[The Game]
yo cass lets they ass know you aint playin wit em
[Swizz Beats]
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)
[Cassidy]
yo game let them lames know you ain't playin wit em
[The Game]
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
you can't afford a swizz track nigga stop frontin(2x)
the game - 100
[Intro: Game]
(Johnny Juliano)
(Cardo got wings)
Real nigga shit
Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, Ob
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
[Verse 1: Game]
Niggas called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie
Heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got L. A. unified, you better off committin' suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus
Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's Ovo Blood Money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dawg, fame is a motherfucker
Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny house, give you 9 like Fif'
How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live? "
Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
"We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical"
This my city, nigga, everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
L. A. niggas, be the craziest
these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
[Hook: Drake and Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin'
there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L. A., all I ever asked is 100
L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
[Verse 2: Drake]
Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
To every single fuckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me
while they was skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition
and I seen the response they get
Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself
[Hook: Drake and Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin'
there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L. A., all I ever asked is 100
L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
[Verse 3: Game]
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
Niggas know how it feel
when you missin' your nigga though
Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like
"Here it go"
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds
they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool
but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right there with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
L. A. niggas, be the craziest
these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter, dog
cause I'm a always be a real nigga
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
[Hook: Drake and Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin'
there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L. A., all I ever asked is 100
L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
the game - 300 bars amp runnin
[intro]
My mama took me to sam goody's
I wanted to buy a 50 cent cd
I took that shit home
That shit was wack like a muthafucka
Don't fuck with game
I like 50 cent
He reminds me spongebob
And tony yayo is blues clues
And lloyd banks is dora the explorer
They're my friends
Psyche
I went down one of them bodaga shits right there in harlem
Got me a bootleg lloyd banks and young buck cd
Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
Thought i was bout to be on some radio raheim shit
Man that shit sound like some vanessa williams '88
I mean olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
So this black wallstreet for life now
Ggg-unot!
[game]
300 bars and runnin
Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes
Walk with me
Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than hova unless he sober
Like i'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you call this a diss, and you make hova pissed
Why would i wanna do that? when i'm just the new cat
That was taught if a ***** take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let bleek do it, then throw him a concert in madison square
Watch everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, i'll let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? bleek is over let chris and neef do it
They say the wrong thing, i'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? them was the only *****z that rapped in philly?
See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in philly
Then dash in groups like beanie mac in philly
?? said curtis jack in philly
Make a u-turn, i gotta go back to philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what i told the cops
So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And i can't forget, b.i.g. got murdered by the cops
Even i was ready to die, when i heard that he was shot
What's beef? beef is when i murk you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still searching for they pac
I put purple on the block
So i don't feel threatened when ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get lonely on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
You sell records but a ggg-u not!
Acting big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask mr. ccc who hot
Tony yayo i bet 10 g's you flop
Run up on that new 300 c you got
Stop hoping i fall, hope the bleeding stop
And i hope you black out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, i'm from cedar block
So i got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your cd shop
I'm like elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now i'm moving on up to george and weezy's spot
I picked up where my homeboy eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let lucifer rap
Bring hell to *****z when dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call jadakiss, tell him that duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck lloyd banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you left leaning back, thanks to fat joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? let's go
Drop them off, then the sound like esko
I'm a say ?? if me and dre talk
All nas said back was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
*****z running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before i proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, i'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than yayo, i get out, i'm fine
Then i go right back, ***** i pop mines
How you gon' drop olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 cent, my *****z make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot ***** wig
He got g-unit wings, throw them off the queens bridge
Now your career is over, career is over
We in qb, banging cnn in the rover
T-o-n-y, that's the phony nore
You ain't the talk of new york, your sixteens is boring
Take that shit off ??, go back to pc
And tell 50 cent you want a copy of beef 3
I'm airing their ass out on dvd
You wanna rhyme like lloyd banks repeat after me
I'm a g-unit toy soldier
On sesame street doing voice overs
Bitch ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like oscar the grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when i first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines
That's the wrong *****, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say g-unit one more time
Got mad cuz i ain't wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with ja, why you aint go at shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like father, like son, go ask busta that
I knew from the beginning i couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if i could bring justo back
The underground is mine, i treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like mike jones
The underground is mine, i treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like mike jones
The underground is mine, i treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like mike jones
I said
The underground is mine, i treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like mike jones
And i'm far from houston but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think i could do it
Came with two hundred, ***** this is more than music
Even dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 bars and runnin
And i beef with any *****, say my name muthafuck i'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you want it
I'll air you out on drama king, mike, or clue
And watch them shits sell out like a air jordon shoe
I told funk flex when i catch the ***** whoo kid
We gon' see if he know how to dj with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his
Cuz bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, bloods gonna get ya for that shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when i pop shots
Outside ny, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in l.a., i'ma tell em and dre
This ***** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So i'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at terror squad, let him scream for the jakes
Cuz when you fucking with jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off *****z on them cd's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the dj off your name, mr. instant replay
Not the instant replay
I mean the machine that g-unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit
*****z only for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, i kill a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, i see to your death, yep
Tell ecko to make him a suit
Tell reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a m-e-t-h-o-d man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the bloods, or a latin king
Cuz if your left with the aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on rikers
And life goes on
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told vibe dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
***** stop acting tough before i stand over you
Show you how the documentary live on top of the massacre
Make a move i'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in makaveli and lift the doors on the maganum
Gun smoking, fase think i'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-hop cops on my left, but i pass 'em up
The dodge got a hemmy in it, game got a remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a new york cab
I'm mr. ol' king, that new york cab
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the jake *****?
Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, *****
He ain't nas, ain't b.i.g., ain't jigga
If he ain't cube or pac then who you got?
We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out with vivica, three months after wanksta
Get rich or die tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same ***** wanna take us to the candy shop
C'mon man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and lloyd banks hugging
***** got mad when the game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now i'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, game had to go
***** i'll smack that ho like i'm jackie-o
Cuz i don't wanna be cool, i don't wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your g-unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so i can head back to the block
Fresh white nike airs and the matching socks fitted
Pull the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley coup on gold daytons, i was the first one with it
Four times platinum, i done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the lord givth, if lord take it away
So i build a house on top of hip-hop, i'll wait for the day
*****z hating on me, they don't want jayceon to play
And the da waiting on jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the swat car and lock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so i can drive down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal jay
The summer too hot, and i want the winter to stay
Cuz i'm a cold ***** when i put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to dre, he turned them into granades
And just blaze, cuz the boy got game
Like i close my eyes, and woke up in a roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then i'm kanye west
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit satan
And the only thing i got spinning is daytons
The hotter i get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where i take 'em
Compton swap meet, to get me some all-stars
When game in the house, they call ??
Cuz they heard about what went on in d.c.
Heard about hot 97, my beef with 50
Now tell me do he got a conscience?
I think not, cuz if he did i wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, i'm just acting like charles bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my johnson
Hip-hop police on me like i'm the convict
What happened to the old school? i thought it was rhyming
Doug e. fresh and dana day on the corner like common
Now that ain't common, it's more like top ramen
The flow is news, i throw it up like vomit
And i still shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of g-unit and i rebounded like rodman
It's still aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, i ain't, i'm supposed to stop i can't because
I'm in the hood politican, impala ???
And i keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like i'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black air force
I said fuck benzino and got the cover of the source
Feel me? if not then i guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so muthafucka move back
While i do b.i.g. and 'pac impersonations on two tracks
When i wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss ya'll, can i get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why i gotta stay strapped?
On that murder t-i-p, kill you asap
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??? clap
I tried to spare you young buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and i gave you a pass nigga
Now i gotta lay you down like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my ak-47
This nigga playing with his life, i might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when i'm reincarnating harry-o
And you don't want that david cuz you love your life
Get my vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucka i'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is murder inc., now who the wanksta?
When suge had you, you were stranded on tha row
Juve left you for dead and went back to the no
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to swallow
And you got robbed for your spinning g-unit chain in chicago
I call my nigga jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks
Picture that, i thought we was g-unit
Then you ran and told 50 that i did that shit
Ask c-murder, the boy ain't hard to find
I told monica when i catch him the boy is mine
Take one shot of brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when i run inside the candy shop
Fuck you, 50, banks, yayo, and the cops
And olivia, i mean for a man she hot
Now i'm running out of breath, like i just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store november, nigga fuck reebocks
I'm fly like a hummingbird on a tree top
The new hov, the new b.i.g., the new 'pac, i need three spots
280 in, ain't no getting me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was buddens, then it was bleek
Now it's whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever muthafucka, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em rest in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, i'm boxing with satan
And i slipped 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If eazy ever decide to return, i remain jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So i climb the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 bars and runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
the game - 360 bars
Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna give me head
(A Million) Dollars in my bank account
(A Million) Soundscan the first week out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my dick
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt
Hit a break down...
I'm the king, and you better respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood
Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town
Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down
I'm going away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible style
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the f**k up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers
F**k rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking
My flow semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
F**k it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick
Getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit
I told 'em bomp, slow down baby
Got to get this shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said 'f**k you,pay me
So I left her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
F**k a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP
Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum chain
The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, Aftermath for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his f**king face
How that taste?
Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none
Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on "Ice"
A skee, let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the f**k outta here man..
Go find something to do
the game - ain t fuckin with you
[Intro]
That T.M. shit, that T.M. shit
Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit
That T.M. shit â?? Game!
[Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)]
I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day
(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)
You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight
(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)
You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight
(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)
Could be another night, girl, but tonight
(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)
[The Game]
I'm tired of playin your games, you pissin me off
I'm watchin LeBron so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you that be gone
Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome
I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones grill
All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans
Dancin like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
Tryin to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse
We used to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out
Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house
Black out
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Bitch, I'm rollin 21's and over
Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range Rover
My neck's so iced out, my wrists so shined up
I make hoes line up, see a pole climb up
Brown sugar or light skin, black or white skin
If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend
Or my one night stand, if she got a nice tan
Before I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand
Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex
Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears' ex
Take her back to the future, I ain't even here yet
And that line was fly, bitch I'm a Leer jet
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Stop playin girl, stop playin
Stop playin girl, stop playin!
Stop playin girl, stop playin
I said stop playin, you better stop playin
'Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit back
Cause that's what we do, when girls be with the chit-chat
Every mornin on "The View", them girls be with the chit-chat
Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk
I'm old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk
But I'm a gangsta, so I'ma back off
Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that thought
For real
[Chorus]
[Outro]
That T.M. shit, uh-huh, that T.M. shit
Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit
That T.M. shit â?? Game!
the game - ain t no doubt about it
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(The way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool...
That's the way
(That's the way...)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby...)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls...)
To come join the table
(Come join the table...)
And don't you worry
(Don't you worry...)
Just keep movin boo
(Keep movin boo...)
'Cause you're the star
(You're the star...)
Everybody lookin at you
(Said they lookin at you...)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Baby you cool...
Drop top
Gucci bags fresh outta
Ima balla, lethally
Haters are swine flu
They killin me
I'm lookin down at ya front where
Me n my niggas swarm
Oh you like the killa bees
My chick ridin shotgun
Billie Jean
Half Belizean and half from The Philippines
Niggas energy
Its like they got the heave
Seekin me
But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat
My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP...
Everything i do
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't awards
If you want it, I done it
Five millions on tour
Fo 'sho...
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(The way you move...)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool...
That's the way
(That's the way...)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby...)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls...)
To come join the table
(Come join the table...)
And don't you worry
(Don't you worry...)
Just keep movin boo
(Keep movin boo...)
'Cause you're the star
(You're the star...)
Everybody lookin at you
(Said they lookin at you...)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Baby you cool...
Yo Pharrell
I'm ri-ridiculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer
But I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rari
Same color as licorice
If I ain't with my bitch like
These it's my niggas yeah
Haters beware
I can see clear
Through these lens on this black Louis V yeah
Something 'bout Mary
Make me wanna blow 'em
And P got the dizzy yacht for me when I show off (yeah)
Whip game crazy
I call it
You're a big fish till you swim with piranhas
Used to call me dope Game
When I cop from Jose
Now I play Roosevelt and i cop
Niggas be lyin
California slim license plate Saint-Tropez
Eaten wit a table for a two place lobsters
Been a mobsters since a two way, holla...
the game - ali bomaye
[Intro: Game]
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah Roll another one cause I?m winnin
In my four door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won?t expire
I?m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I?m getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I?m thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that?s pimpin? that?s slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
[Verse 2: Game]
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got ?, bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no ?
But they yellin'...
[Hook: Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
[Verse 4: Game]
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
[Verse 5: 2 Chainz]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work, don't work at your residence
[Verse 6: Game]
...For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today
[Hook]
the game - angel
(feat. Common)
[Verse 1: Common]
I spent my day so,
First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo
Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful
Faitful walks I take in the woods,
Thinkin what's good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace
Pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right
Stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights
Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen
Some use it for medicine, or to write better things
I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it alot... yeah, an angel
[Chorus:]
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
[Verse 2: The Game]
Th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine
Like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line
To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind
And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen
And like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple
Rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die
Prolly cause the angel dust was xxxxxx with my third eye
So I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her
She got me open so I even had, had
But I used the rubber, cause she was married to Rakim
So I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him
So I can get close to the girl I loved the most
But she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost
Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down
I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: The Game]
(Fly away, fly away)
My love for her's not about jewelry or cars
I love her cause she love me, just for who I are
Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin
Diddly Whoa!
I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East
Before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel)
From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold
Between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome
Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home
And when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong
Cause they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones
The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap
But I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact
I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track
[Chorus]
[Outro: Common]
Yeah, it's The Game and Common
Spread your wings, follow your dreams
Things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team
Yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on
Yeah, it's for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah
the game - around the world
[Jamie Foxx]
Ohhh-ohhhhh yeah
[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
I know you're sick and tired of waitin on me girl
But I'm, just tryin to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For real (I can take you all around the world)
[The Game]
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin shotgun
Black fo'-five, black Air Ones
Bangin "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway through watchin "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what
The it's part two, in the sauna
Feel like I'm fuckin Mary J. cause she don't want, +No Drama+
I'd rather take yo' ass to the Bahamas
Then give you 30 thousand a month like Diddy baby mama
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Picture me thuggin, picture me lovin you
like Bobby love Whitney now picture me fuckin
Pullin your ponytail smackin you on the ass
Tellin you how (I can take you all around the world)
That nigga can't do it like this
Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this
She only fuck with +Soldiers+, that's her shit
I hate to admit it but I love my bitch
So much, I'm sittin outside in the Benz
Thinkin back to Dre's house when I fucked her best friend
The pussy wasn't nothin; now I'm dealin
with +The Diary of a Mad Black Woman+ with Louis Vuitton luggage
She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e then she came right back
I told you the bitch sex was wack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[The Game]
You know what they say, more money more problems more drama
means more marijuana and less baby mama
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos
Yeah, I like her, and I like you too
What's wrong? She my bitch and you my boo
She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe
She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school
I gave you your Burkin bags, so I made a mistake
And Oprah don't fuck with them no more anyway
I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through
But I ain't goin nowhere, I got a kid wit'chu
Why we always gotta argue about Superhead's book?
She sucked my dick with a condom on, after that I shook
And when she start talkin 'bout buyin a ring
I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Jamie Foxx]
Around the world with me yeah
Around the world with me, ayy
Around the world with me, hey
Mmm, ohh
the game - bang
[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on
[The Game]
Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
[Daz]
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast
Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound
[The Game]
Everybody get down
[Kurupt]
Look nigga... I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs
And bitch niggaz try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out
[The Game]
Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face
Up, down - now watch my shit scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre
and Blood Bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that (like that?) like that
[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on
[Daz]
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it
Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode
Lil' niggaz with pistols that blowin' out your asshole
Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real niggaz for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E
[The Game]
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll "Set It Off" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina
[Kurupt]
Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass
It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it
Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute
Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that
Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Bang out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive plastiques
Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.
Bang
[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on
[The Game (Kurupt)]
Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood?
(What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, fuck 'em loc)
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes
(Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)
Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's
(Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre
(Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.
(Bang) like Crips and Bloods
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie get stripped in the club
Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club
And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs
Remember that
[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on
the game - better on the other side
[Diddy talking]
I remember the first time i seen you moonwalk,
I believed I could do anything,
you made the world dance,
you made the music come to life
[Chris brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the sky
never gon let you go,
[The Game]
Whos Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
I'm Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is everybody bow their head for
a legend don't breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you
care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the
young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like
he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i
trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and
my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and
Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the sky
never gon let you go,
As I'm pouring out this liquor candles start to
flicker,
when list my air ones, MJ was my nier.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood
star,
and since I'm a hollywood star I'm gonna tell you my
story,
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy
walking through interscope,
just like me they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what you say,
I'm gonna love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to 85 when i was in a zone,
dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the
zippers on,
now I'm doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our
king so we wont Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all
Jackson kids, time to let us through.
[Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the sky
never gon let you go,
the game - how we do
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
the game - rough
[Game]
What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I'm just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain't gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don't care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don't like Canada we some fuckin heathens
Game can't watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono
[Game]
The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jason, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it's here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC's dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a nigga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don't wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will
[Yelawolf]
Never I thought I'd see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can't wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it's cool
Got fans gettin inked up, deticated to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I'm John Wayne in Geronimo
So I dont really know whats got some these pussies panties in a ball
Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin' in God
And leavin' my mom at fifteen with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn't see until I was nailed to it for believin' at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I'm a redneck? FUCK YOU tatted on my neck
I'll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep
Bitch!
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