• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Documentary - The Game Soundtrack
• We Ain't (Feat. Eminem) - The Game Soundtrack
• Dreams - The Game Soundtrack
• Westside Story (Feat. 50 Cent) - The Game Soundtrack
• Higher - The Game Soundtrack
• Hate It Or Love It (Feat. 50 Cent) - The Game Soundtrack
• Special (Feat. Nate Dogg) - The Game Soundtrack
• Start From Scratch (Feat. Marsha From Floetry) - The Game Soundtrack
• No More Fun & Games - The Game Soundtrack
• Put You On The Game - The Game Soundtrack
• How We Do (Feat. 50 Cent) - The Game Soundtrack
• Like Father, Like Son (Feat. Busta Rhymes) - The Game Soundtrack

What happened in hip hop
That got pac and big shot
The thicks blocks
Now every rapper claim
He let his clique pop
But even myself told the gun
To know the run then get shot
Ive been there before
Now I'm fuckin with doc
(Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers)
If not I push rocks
Intisipatin my encarceration
Media think I'm fakin like mason
But when it comes to mase
Fuck R kelly I don't take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it
And im putting you under the pavement
No buddhist priest catholic or babtist pastor can save him
I'm far from religious
But i got beliefs so I put cannary yellow diamonds on my jesus peace
I came back from the dead
Without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 3 years
While everyone else dropped
Now I understand why NAS
Did a song with his pop
[CHORUS x2]
I'm ready to die
Without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate
All eyez on me
I'm still at it illmatic
And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
If I die my niggas fuck it
I did a song with Mary Blige my niggas
Got a hook from faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on westside story
He thought I spit in his face
I told am lovin only luv
I was talkin to Ja
With that mayback line
It was payback time
Keep fuckin with me nigga
I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in
For eight 3 hundred C's
If you cross my T
I dodge your (?)
You'd do life in a cementary
I'll do mine with sean
Come home sit in the thrown
With my legs crossed
And my air force
Middle finget rough
Fuck the world
Cause I'm fellin like puff
When life after death hit
Mo' money mo' problems
And I lost my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga
From compton u'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums
Every 7 years (haha)
[Game (Commentator)]
(You know what speakin of Jay
That just makes me roll down
Now your song westside story)
Ohh Ohh
(You got a line that says
Dont wear throwbacks
Or drive ride in maybacks
Is that a shot at Jay?)
Naa I was talkin about Ja Rule
Yeah So Yeah I got a lot of
Respect for Jay
You know what im saying
I never take shots at legends
Thats just something I don't do
[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]
Let me tell you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun
Cause moms was a hoover crip
First day I got signed
I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes
(son you can sing)
Told to Jay and Doc Dre
I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the room was a rock cave
The q gone
They say truth hurts
Chunk, like quick sand
Don't stop me in traffic
And ask about hitman
I gotta restore the feelin
It crawled from under the rock
After the dog pound
Crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed
I'm the middle of 9 children
We can talk about a loan
After I sell 5 million
If I tell you I ain't game
And I dont know Dre
You gonn do me like x-zibit
And cut half of my face?
I take all the credit
For putting the west
Back on the map
If you ain't feelin that
Go sign Gorilla Black!!!
[CHORUS x2]
(DOCUMENTARY)

Ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength
Of Aftermath straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton
Put your hands together for Game b!tch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that ass bitch
Game let's go
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit
They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But its hard when they hate us and think 'em erases
They say shit but fuck them
Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was
We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em
Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit
Thinkin what I wanna say step in the booth in one take and
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit
The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch
They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him had a couple of face lifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin'
Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit Em they ain't gon' like this
[The Game]
So they callin us
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power
[Verse 2 - Eminem]
Only Dre can judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game you lame you're tame
Your mind's lost you are not ready to make that flame switch
You will end up in the same situation same shit
Different day just with different gangstas in your face
Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations
That he had somebody blasted
The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
And the victim's penis up his ass a basket case
And they ask him to clean up his act you bastards wasting too much time
Me no kiss ass and if that's the case then we ain't going...
[The Game]
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power
[Verse 3 - The Game]
Low get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit
I'm walking through 8 mile startin' to get home sick
I'ma do Shady numbers I'm ridin' my own dick
Yeah the chrome sick the window's tinted
If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got
From them rocks on the block you can stop tellin Dre you got shot
With a glock that don't phase me
I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady ?
I don't care if the radio don't play me
I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today
And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changin
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

I woke up out dat coma 200 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 200 and 1
Three years the album is done
Aftermath presents: ***** Witta Attitude Volume 1
Rap critics politicin
Wanna know the outcome!
Ready to die Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me
I watched the death of a dynasty!
So I told VIBE MAGAZINE
Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"
I had visions of makin a classic
Then my wall turned black like I was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine like Kanye West
Comin back from a fatal accident to beat makin and rappin
But we da future
Whitney Houston told me that it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me
back
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"
["It's cuz I love you!"]
I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When I saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangstersloved nasty things
So I'm the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything gets possible if 50 fucked Vivica
Heard of lifes obstacles found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype
Till I was crushed my Dave Mase almost let my pen fall asleep on a page
Daydreamin yesterday
Those on offback stage
I tought I saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master Jay
So I walked over heard Jam Master say
It's a hardknock life,then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"
["It's cuz I love you!"]
The Dream of Huey Newton thats what I'm livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright thats what I'm givin you!
Who walk through the Whithouse without a business suit?
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo Kid then I started blazin Clue
It was all a Dream like BIG sait it be
Dont sleep on me homie I BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITY
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?
How do I say this I'm livin for my son but I can't figure why I'm at my temple
with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend had just begun'
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "you are my dreeam!"
["It's cuz I love you!"]
This song is dedicated to Yutandey Price the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who
was slain
During a gang shoutout in Compton Sunday September 14th 2003 Rest in peace!

Crip niggaz Blood niggaz Essay's Asians
Dominicans Puerto Ricans White Boyz Jamaicans
Latin Kingz Disciples Vicelords Hatians
All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting
Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin
The west coast neva fell off I was asleep in Compton
Aftermath been here the beats been knockin
Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin
I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit
And westside connection been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin
I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman
All stars phat laces gun charge court cases
Faught that not guilty im back
Niggas hate me been there done that sold crack
Got jacked got shot came back jumped on Dre's back payback
Homie i'll bring ur CA back
And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks
All u old record labels tryin to advance
Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man
[chorus x2]
If you take a look in my eyes
You see i'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside!
I'm lowridin homie 6 Tre impala
Gold d spinnin chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini
Gang bangin is real
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof
Rap critics wanna converse about this and that
Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track
Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum
And get the clickin and clackin
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin
Prior to rappin I was drug traffic and
In the dope spot playin John Madden
Homie I aint braggin I took five
If u wanna die run up on that black 745
[chorus x2]
New York New York big city of dreams
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing
Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through
So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo
I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice
You niggas is nuts so I take off ur roof
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back
Im startin to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records
[chorus x2]

It's that it's that it's that
It's that... chronic chronic chronic chronic
It's that it's that it's that
It's that... hydrolex drolex drolex drolex
It's that it's that it's that it's that... Westside Westside Westside Westside
It's that it's that it's that it's that... Compton Compton Compton Compton
[Bridge]
It's not that I can't stop
It's that I won't stop
I make it hot (I do it)
I'll be on top as soon as the beat drop
I'll make the whole club rock (I do it)
[The Game]
Lace my Air Ones up put my gun up
I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre
Who don't love us every hood throwin they dubs up
Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck
hip hops worst nightmare Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs
You want war we can settle it right here
I got a squad E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles tea right there
Matter fact I'll take you in the back
you in the hat and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that wake up the west coast is back
[CHORUS]
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
[Bridge]
[Game + (Snoop Dogg)]
Like Dre did I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did
From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen
This is gin and juice
the doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland boots
First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe
You wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher giirl
Drop down do the eagle fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl
Make 50 spill his cris he'll call you a bitch
I'ma call you and hit you can ya girlfriend we can make it a flick
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
[CHORUS]
[Bridge]
[Game]
Put 25's on the hummer why not
I'ma be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money
I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers
When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under
I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner
When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers
low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman
And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin Doc got somthing to say be quiet
[Dr. Dre]
Look out for Detox
[CHORUS]
[Bridge]

[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
Money and them gold ropes
Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
[Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie I know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when I met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
[Chorus X2]

Ah man..
Ey game.. don't tell me you love her
(I mean I like the bitch I don't love her)
Next thing you know you gun be all boogo upped with her and shit (fuck that)
[x2 - Nate Dogg]
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know your special
[verse 1 - The Game]
L.A.X. to J.F.K. thats where it all happened
Caught you walkin out that gucci store in manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs you was with cha girls
I was in that aftermath chain you was in pearls
It was me against the world baby girl
You had dreams of startdiling
The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem
First date at mr choas it was coushier? i would coach ya
La pearl guccie lou finde prada douche
Runnin circles in my living room tearing up sofas
Meclarin or rover fuck it ma lets tear up the highway
Let the sprewells spin 'till the plates fell off
Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house
Jeans painted with the waist cut out
You rockin the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with (bed sty way)
And girl im not trying to excite you
I'm tryna wife you bamboo earing white air nike you
Ya
[x2 - Nate Dogg]
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know your special
[verse 2 - The Game]
I like your style like the way you move the way you talk
The way you smile the way you swingin them hips when you walk
The way you look the way you ride when you workin them thighs
The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes
You down for me I'm down for you
You go down on me I'll go down on you
I wanna do all the things that your man wont do
I'm from the hood so I know how to handle you
Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes
Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move
I'll take you to new york city atlanta too
Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers thru
And you know...
[x2 - Nate Dogg]
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man its easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know your special
[verse 3 - The Game]
Let me tell you bout the birds and bees
How O stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys
Your boyfriend dont like me cause he dont get a fourth of my cheese
And you can take back the porsche and his keys
Hop in the range rover you ain't gotta force him to leave
I gotta chrome four four on my jeans
You got gucci frame covering the mark on your face
Cause he dont want you to leave and I don't want you to stay
Sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK
I know he treating you like k-ci did mary j
I wanna ease ya pain kick off your lou sandles
Let me whip your tears with my g-unit bandana
Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin em
Its "me and my girlfriend" like tupac and them
Jay-z and beyonce or bobby and whitney
We the oh 5 bonnie and clyde you feel me
[x2 - Nate Dogg]
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know your special

Aight
What the fuck are you lookin at self
You want a piece of me
Ahh man shit
The story of my life...
If i could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana same 45th
Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
Same telephone booth same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt same address
Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
Homie if I could make 94 today
I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.
I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies
Fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my Person tez
Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
If i could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
Homie if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut of the ps2 at 12:49
Person I'm a gangsta I stay on my grime
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9
I was 2 beeps away from a flatline
When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine
Dre said its my turn
He call it game time
23" lexanis bitches call him lebron
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind
Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime
He let off a whole k
Got shot 1 time
That was a coo Person I wish he had 9 lives
My brother devon died coz he chased the cat
This a dog eat gog world Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make its called payback
If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
I would have told (?) it rain every Tuesday and Thursday
When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay
Would have told Vita to stay sober
When niggas beg for mercy
That mean the beef is over
Told (?) to take the porsche back
Drive a rover
Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova
I would've change a couple of lines when i wrote soldier
So i wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder
My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion
I've been front to back
Side to side
Level my 6 4 frame out
Keep on rollin
Keep your family far away and your enemys closer
Picture this soft suckin benzino's dick
Tryna be the big fish in the pond
You know how them piranhas get
You dead when dat green line go flat
If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
Go right back.....

3 Minutes my nigga...Ya'll know what it is..Just Blaze!
Gangsta Gangsta that's already evident
Nigga wit a Attitude check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood Homie that's irrelivant
I'm with the D-O-C there's nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that
lowrider
Bike pedaling
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it
I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like
a elephant
I'm on cars like spinnin' rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches fuck white bitches nigga I like bitches
Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre cause ain't...
No More Fun and Games
I'm like Dre Eazy Cube King Tia rolled into One
Used to move birdies 'till I put a hole in one
Nigga they thought I wasn't holdin' a gun they try to ride up on me like Afeni
Shakurs only son
Dre told me he ain't doing Detox this his only run
Mase coming back and Hovie done
I'm surrounded by legends sitting at the round table I am The Game and still niggas
tryna play
Dude
I'm Ruthless I ain't talkin' 'bout the label
I hook niggas up and I don't mean free cable
I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine
I'm from the gutter grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin' me tell Dre put up a mill cause that's
what my bail
Will be
No More Fun and Games
I been rapping for 1 year 1 month 17 days
13 hours 28 minutes then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em that was November 18 3:09 P.M.
Around the same time Wanksta got it's first spin that was 32 weeks before they
signed Rakim
8 Months 13 Days before I knew a Mike Lynn
And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in?
I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings
1 day 7 hours 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed
2 Platinum Records for I'm classified with Biggie
And 2 seconds before the song finish yeah

First things first (aftermath) the chronic is back
This is indo produced by timbo
Game over naw the NWA chain choka is burnin rubber inside the range rova
Chain smokin purple haze this ain't anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre
The rebirth of la the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for makaveli and big pop
Hold up timb stop
I said this anotha memorial
For makaveli and big pop g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked public enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch
All black g-units
All black impala I'm a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know iI'm comptons most wanted when
I'm ridin wit timbo
[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that
Lemme put you on the game
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at
Show you where they flip crack where they bitch at
I ain't got the west on my shoulda got the west in the backseat of the rova
Ridin' on dubs nigga
I'm westcoastin
The next hova from the home of the best doja
Makin' all that racket I got the u.s. open
Stunt on me
I'll leave u wit ya chest open vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin g-g-g-g-g!
I done paid my dues NWA is back this is front page news
I got dre in the back ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride'
It must be the shoes
Red and black g6's red dot on the glock
I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how
Do I stop? I'm hot
[Chorus]
My unit is gorilla fuck with my la familia
I will kill ya
I know that boy not familia(r)
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about
You know the one that introduced new york to
The beach cruiser got em puttin red and blue
Strings in they g-units
Get groupie luv
Tell em to keep movin if i gotta problem wit a bitch
I let eve do it unless she got on a pearl
And I can see through it
I don't just let her ride
I give her the keys to it
Me and my bitch layed back
In the coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain't passin through
I woulda been here afta snoop
But i slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit
[Chorus]

[Hook - 50 Cent]
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
[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like unhh Impala unnh
Crome hyrdolics 808 drums
You don't want none
Nigga betta run
When beef is on I'll pop that drum
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
[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-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
[Hook]
[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin 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!)
[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
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
[Game]
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
[50 Cent]
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!)

June 30th 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters my lil' man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces running through the hospital hall
Deja vu like I been here before family in the lobby
See my nigga Church "What Up" shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air a little hash in it
Spread my wings If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie
If we only living to die
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n like Father like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n like Father like Son
My little man your day is coming coming your day is coming I tell you
And when it comes just keep it running running just keep it running I tell you
[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32 she screaming at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking nurse yelling for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class breathe baby
"One (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)" I see the head
Doc busting through the door he between the legs
He see the head it's my baby boy
11:46 the head out she screaming making crazy noise
Pain is love my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour "Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57 a soldier is born and he's flesh of my flesh young (?)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n like Father like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n like Father like Son
My little man your day is coming coming your day is coming I tell you
And when it comes just keep it running running just keep it running I tell you
[Verse 3: The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. (?) and Nurse Theresa for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar And my baby Mama Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound 4-ounce Mini-Me I still can't believe it
Nose ears eyes chin just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy or your Grandfather
Call Uncle (?) tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71 with my face in the clouds Lord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding banging "Ready to Die" track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole like the barrel of a gun one
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n like Father like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n like Father like Son
My little man your day is coming coming your day is coming I tell you
And when it comes just keep it running running just keep it running I tell you
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n like Father like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n like Father like Son
My little man your day is coming coming your day is coming I tell you
And when it comes just keep it running running just keep it running I tell you