Game Filmography

• Marrying the Game
  2012, role: actor , character name: Himself
• House Arrest
  2012, role: actor , character name: DeAndre
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011
  2011, role: actor , character name: Himself
• The DUB Magazine Project
  2011, role: actor , character name: Himself - Host
• 2010 VH1 Hip Hop Honors: The Dirty South
  2010, role: actor , character name: Himself - Performer
• Game: Life After the Math
  2008, role: producer
• Bigg Snoop Dogg Presents: The Adventures of Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
  2008, role: actor
• Belly 2: Millionaire Boyz Club
  2008, role: actor , character name: G
• Snoop Dogg: Drop It Like It's Hot
  2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Street Kings
  2008, role: actor , character name: Grill
• The Game: My Life Featuring Lil Wayne
  2008, role: actor , character name: Game
• Game: Life After the Math
  2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Bridging the Gap
  2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Beef 4
  2007, role: actor , character name: Himself - Recording Artist
• Tournament of Dreams
  2007, role: actor , character name: Troy
• Game Recognize Game
  2007, role: actor
• Millionaire Boyz Club
  2007, role: actor , character name: Reggie 'G' Bailey
• 2006 American Music Awards
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• BET Hip-Hop Awards
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself - Performer
• Black and Blue: Legends of the Hip-Hop Cop
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Death Before Dishonor
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Jamie Foxx: Unpredictable
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Rap Sheet: Hip-Hop and the Cops
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Stop Snitchin, Stop Lyin
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• The Come Up
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Waist Deep
  2006, role: actor , character name: Meat
• Beef: The Series
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• BET Awards 2005
  2005, role: actor , character name: Himself
• The Game: Documentary
  2005, role: composer
• The Game: Documentary
  2005, role: actor , character name: Himself
• React Now: Music & Relief
  2005, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Beef III
  2005, role: actor , character name: Himself - Recording Artist
• Life in a Day: The DVD
  2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
• 50 Cent: The New Breed
  2003, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Game - Too Short
• Game - The Game
• Game - Ayumi Hamasaki
• Game - Bôa
• Game - Kool Keith
• Game - Kurupt
• Game - Lil' B
• Game - DJ Khaled
• Game - Dr. Octagon
• Game - Beady Belle
• Game - Namnambulu
• Game - Throne Of Chaos
• Game - Lucerin Blue
• Game - Nick Gill
• Game - Khm
• Game - Rashad Morgan
• Game - Joey Galaxy
• Body Bags - Game
• Bulletproof Diaries - Game
• Still Cruisin - Game
• 100 Barz And Gunnin' - Game
• 360° - Game
• 360 Bars - Game
• 3 Killas - Game
• 360 Degrees - Game
• Till The Wheels Fall Off - Game
• 200 Bars And Runnin' - Game
• 240 Bars - Game
• Compton 2 Fillmore - Game
• Ain't Fuckin With You - Game
• All I Need - Game
• Angel - Game
• Lyrical Homicide - Game
• Buddens - Game
• Justo Faison Tribute - Game
• Dope Game - Game
• Mr. Potato Head - Game
• The Funeral - Game
• G Unit Crip - Game
• All The Way Gone - Game
• All Doggs Go To Heaven - Game
• Trend Setter - Game
• Ali Bomaye - Game
• Superman - Game
• Southside - Game
• Stunner Shades - Game
• Trunk Music - Game
• Pot Of Gold - Game
• Judas Closet - Game
• Good Girls Gone Bad - Game
• Untold Story - Game
• Too Much - Game
• California Vacation - Game
• Doctor's Advocate - Game
• Speakers On Blast - Game
• Game - Game
• Lookin' At You - Game
• Now That I'm Paid - Game
• Blood Diamonds - Game
• Can You Believe It - Game
• Memph Bleek Iz - Game
• Pussy Money & Weed - Game
• Name Me King (ft. Pusha T) - Game
• Number One - Game
• Hate It Or Love It - Game
• Rough (ft. Yelawolf) - Game
• We Ain't - Game
• Hit The J - Game
• Versace (remix) - Game
• Red Nation (ft. Lil Wayne) - Game
• Game - Dis Pater
• Big Money - Game
• Show Is Over - Game
• Hate It Or Love It (Remix) - Game
• My Lowrider - Game
• Game's Pain - Game
• Red Bandana - Game
• Exclusively - Game
• New York (remix) - Game
• Through My Eyes - Game
• Money - Game
• Like an Eagle - Game
• My Love For You - Game
• I Told You - Game
• Swallow That Slug (you Know What It Is Vol. Iii) - Game
• Gangsta Party - Game
• Nice - Game
• 120 Bars - Game

Intro
*guy toking and coughing up*
[$hort] Freddy B!
[Fred B] Wuz up $hort?
[$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game back!
[Fred B] Like game one thru five?
[$hort] Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[Fred B] Well check this out
Game! Is the shit
Like what? A rat-haired bitch
Verse 1: Old School Freddy B
I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin 'bout bitches I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I can't lie
The bitch had body is all I know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, class of '92
Skyline High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I will do"
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch like a ATM
G'd the bitch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch make me cum
Freddy B that's the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got game
[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] That's the shit
[$hort] Like what? (Like what?)
[Fred B] A nasty bitch
Verse 2: Short Dawg
I like to fuck a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick gettin sucked
Bitch don't give a fuck
Cos real players run that game
When I fuck that bitch she won't be the same
Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint
Stop fuckin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say "Open!"
Ain't nuttin like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far
On the way, y'know what happened?
She sucked my dick while I was rappin
I just couldn't resist
I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!"
[Fred B] Game!
[$hort] All I do is stack
[Fred B] Like what?
[$hort] A motherfuckin mack!
Verse 3: Old School Freddy B
My Copue DeVille is all white
Yes bitch, it's hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime I ride
A long haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep
A motherfuckin mack that's what I am
Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the bitch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East Oakland can't be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a mack
[$hort] Game!
[Fred B] Is like ridin vogues
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Breakin hos
Verse 4: Short Dawg
Breakin hos day and night
They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma mack
So bitch break yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your wealth
Cos that's what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed fool
Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you can't take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true
So won't you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While I break you bitches
Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches
'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get paid
You need a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my El Dawg
[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] It's the shit
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Like a bitch
Outro
[Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg?
[$hort] Wuz up Fred?
[Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more bitches
[$hort] Hell naw nigga
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
KnowhutI'msayin?
[Fred B] If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
[$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
[Fred B] And my nigga PO too!
[$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B.....
[Fred B] What's that baby?
[$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man!
1981, Freemont High School
We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!'
[Fred B] BEEYATCH!

Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to 'Kiss the Game Goodbye' like Jada
Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that glock stuffed tonight
I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust tonight
Chorus
Getting American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? Then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that 'Cali Love' shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
Chorus
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left right there
N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon
Chorus

Hora sukoshizutsu anata no nokoshita nukumori ga tokedashite
Shoudou ga kasanari atte deguchi no nai meiro ni hamaru
Zenbu kietara konna karada wa nani no imi wo motsu kana
Fui ni osou genjitsutachi ga nukedaseru michi wo sagasu
Ashita no imagoro ni wa umaku waraeru
Nano ni naze fushigi na kurai kono basho wo hanarerarenai
Kono GEEMU omou you ni sousa dekinai
Sou maru de nanigoto mo nakatta ka no you ni
Itsudatte sou yatte aruitekita no ni
Suna no you ni yubi no sukima surinukete shimai sou de
Jikan dake akireru kurai heizen to sugiru no wo matsu
Moshi nanika kuchi ni sureba sono shunkan subete wa tada
Ashita no imagoro ni wa wasureteru you na
Sono bashi no gi no kotoba nante iranai
Daijoubu GEEMU nara mata sagasebaii
Itsumo yori sukoshi nagabikase sugita no
Ashita no imagoro ni wa umaku waraeru
Itsudatte sou yatte aruitekita no ni
Sou maru de nanigoto mo nakatta ka no you ni
Kono GEEMU omou you ni sousa dekinai
Sono bashi no gi no kotoba nante iranai
Ashita no imagoro ni wa wasureteru you na
Itsumo yori sukoshi nagabikase sugita no
Daijoubu GEEMU nara mata sagasebaii
Itte konna watashi da nante rashiku nai yotte

Romanization
Beautiful na eui gwit ga e
a ju sal jjak seu chi deut mal hae jweo
gwaen cha na jom bbeon bbeon hae do
geu reo ke fun ha ge
Come play with me
cheon cheon hi a seul a seul yak gan eun jja rit ha ge
sal myeo shi neon da ga wa ggam jjak nol la ge hae jweo
Never stop dal kom ha ge chok chok i nae ib sul e
teo jil deut han gi bbeum eul geu dae neun na e ge jweo
Curious a jik meol eo sseo
neon na man eul wi hae ja geun pa ti reul yeo reo oh
Candlelight bi mil so geu ro
ha go ship eun dae ro neu ggi go ship eun geol alright!
Follow me, jom deo tight ha ge
Follow me, jo geum eun ddeu geop ge
Follow meÂ…
Follow meÂ…
dda ra wa in my GAME!
ga gga i jom deo ga gga i
a ma neon go min e puk bba jil geol?
sang sang eun ja yu reul ju ji
meo ri reul jom sseo bwa
Come play with me
cheo eum eun a jjil ha ge
jeom jeom deo deo sae rop ge
ji gyeo un geon shi reun geol
na reul jeul geop ge hae jweo
shi jak do ggeut do eob shi
neo neun nae ge bba jil geol
heun deul li neun nun bi chi
nae ge mo deun geol mal hae
Starry night bam i sae do rog
geok jeong hal geot eob seo nae ge da mat gyeo bwa oh
Feels alright hwan sang so geu ro
i mi neon nae ge ro dul man eui go seu ro
So nice!
Follow me, jom deo tight ha ge
Follow me, jo geum eun ddeu geop ge
Follow meÂ…
Follow meÂ…
dda ra wa in my GAME!
Welcome
YouÂ’re invited
Walking my dreamsÂ…
Candlelight bi mil so geu ro
geu reo ke fun ha ge
Come play with me
Feels alright hwan sang so geu ro
i mi neon nae ge ro dul man eui go seu ro
So nice!
Starry night bam i sae do rog
geok jeong hal geot eob seo nae ge da mat gyeo bwa oh
Feels alright hwan sang so geu ro
i mi neon nae ge ro dul man eui go seu ro
So nice!
Follow me, jom deo tight ha ge
Follow me, jo geum eun ddeu geop ge
Follow meÂ…
Follow meÂ…

[Kool Keith]
Yeah
When I dunk across
When I show you the bowl
When I show you the floor
G-A-M-E, spells game
You know the bass is out, you ain't got game
I'm droppin words on beats, they come in thick game
The little flavor they use, they ain't got game
Long face or not, you be in the big game
Sweet on my feet, I float like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, on the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did "Tha Hall of Game"
Players rock the stage, while the ballers bang
Pretty ladies they hang, while you droppin them thangs
Non-stop rocka rocka rocka
When I get up they spot me
[Chorus]
G-A-M-E, spells game (since it started, I've been in it)
N-A-M-E, spells name (yeah that's me, don't forget it)
F-A-M-E, spells fame (whatever it takes, I'ma get it)
G-A-M-E, spells game (just pass me the rock, and watch me hit it)
[Kool Keith]
Peter Piper picked pickles, and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around get away you need to get game
In the pay game, give it up game
Still I flip a brain, in a powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name, leave you out in the rain
Let my photos remain, like the key yo
stuck to a keychain
Nothin but the net from the 3, chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Bobba-la-bang-bang
Shockin the ways, rockin them days
Sparkin 'em pays, yo!
Freeze, turn to 3's, on your knees
As free throws turn to bees
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Break down the basslines, girls check your hangtime
Double dribble and fizzle, humble and fumble
If you go out, let it all hang
And sweat like a freebird on the 6th man
Don't get jealous, stop messin with my good name
I'm out here with sharp arts and a booty aim
Watchin the hall of game
The big show, got me insane
Threes to burn leave you in flame
Like chargin a freight train
Little game, or big game
Who's runnin the blitz game?
Triple double game
30 to 8 game, don't be late mayne

Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Haha, one two, this is what is up, nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool)
What, five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start
How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I'ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3
I got...
Chorus (2x):
(game) This whole world revolves around
(game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you'll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)
It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us
I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game...
Chorus (2x)
One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
One time, yeah I love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out
It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh...
Know what?

Most... people...
You know just had to do this for the...
For the people and the love,
You know, if you don't know who I am by now,
My name is Lil B, shout, shout to the world...
Check me out!
Most people are divided up like...
Never see the snake eyes.
Unless... always keep the distance,
They won't have you back, but listen to ever sentence
Never speak a sentence, you and the... got vision,
If you walk with the innocent, good decision.
Don't try to talk a lot, most people won't listen.
You can't talk to yourself, see the God damn vision is getting Lil B
Chorus:
... man, you know we're getting it, let's go!
Uh, yeah! It's just game!
Yeah, what? I'm still in the game!
Always back to the names
I'mma step in the dragon's layer,
With smoke in my eyes I'm not surprised,
Hell on Earth, you can't stop 'em guys
With death on the... , you can't stop the rides,
With drugs in the car, would be eagle's eyes,
Looking out for the cops and the need is right!
Back then, there was...
In the hood... serving Jesus like.
No loyalty, no respect,
No honesty, honestly I move away...
New kids on the block...
My niggers thought that will never get there.
... never lived there, man I'm the...
It's Lil B!
Chorus:
Hold on!
I'm still in the game!
Let's get it!
One night to live!
Shit I made it...
I'm still in the game, yeah!
I'm still in the game, yeah!
Hold on!
One night to live!
Please show me who's your boss,
Cause I'mma tell him that you do...
Ego fall like a...
I get this far!
I must be real wack, I get this call
Niggers wanna be famous, why you...
I can't see through inside your soul,
Metaphor to the Earth, I turn everything to gold.
You waited too long, dude, the dreams is old,
Better live now, and go see your soul!
Better late than ever, go collect my...
Give my momma great check, we gonna be straight forever.
Uh, you ain't feeling me...
My bank account was zero, you ain't feeling me...

[DJ Khaled]
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
LISTEN!!!
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[The Game]
Ayo Cali
Walk with me
Yeah thats what got me here
The chucks the khaki suits
All the swap meet years
The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop
Thats why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Jadakiss]
AAHHAA!!!
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Aint no help there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know eachother if not they realated
You can get shot or get bladed
Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
Alot of OG's retired and started smokin
House party games of spade sweet kool-aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Trick Daddy]
Haha
Tell me this how come
Black folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you tho we dont see you much
You aint the first fool its cool with us
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs
Now its cool that your adress changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know

Yeah, when I dunk across
When I show you the bowl
When I show you the floor
G A M E, spells game
You know the bass is out, you ain't got game
I'm droppin' words on beats, they come in thick game
The little flavor they use, they ain't got game
Long face or not, you be in the big game
Sweet on my feet, I float like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, on the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did 'Tha Hall of Game'
Players rock the stage, while the ballers bang
Pretty ladies they hang
While you droppin' them thangs
Non-stop rocka, rocka, rocka
When I get up, they spot me
G A M E spells game
(Since it started, I've been in it)
N A M E spells name
(Yeah, that's me and don't forget it)
F A M E spells fame
(Whatever it takes, I'ma get it)
G A M E spells game
(Just pass me the rock and watch me hit it)
Peter Piper picked pickles and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around, get away, you need to get game
In the pay game, give it up game
Still I flip a brain in a powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name, leave you out in the rain
Let my photos remain, like the key yo
Stuck to a key chain
Nothin' but the net from the 3
Chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, bobba-la-bang-bang
Shockin' the ways, rockin' them days
Sparkin 'em pays, yo
Freeze, turn to 3's, on your knees
As free throws turn to bees
G A M E spells game
(Since it started, I've been in it)
N A M E spells name
(Yeah, that's me, don't forget it)
F A M E spells fame
(Whatever it takes, I'ma get it)
G A M E spells game
(Just pass me the rock and watch me hit it)
Break down the bass lines, girls check your hang time
Double dribble and fizzle, humble and fumble
If you go out, let it all hang
And sweat like a freebird on the 6th man
Don't get jealous, stop messin' with my good name
I'm out here with sharp arts and a booty aim
Watchin' 'The Hall of Fame', the big show got me insane
Threes to burn leave you in flame like chargin' a freight train
Little game or big game
Who's runnin' the blitz game?
Triple double game
30 to 8 game, don't be late, mayne
G A M E spells game
(Since it started, I've been in it)
N A M E spells name
(Yeah, that's me, don't forget it)
F A M E spells fame
(Whatever it takes, I'ma get it)
G A M E spells game

Little boys and little girls
Playing parts in little worlds
Little girls and little boys
Properties are little toys
Inside the doll's huse the game begins
Girl is the princess and boy's the prince
Feeling secure from the ogre who's sitting in the playground
They've got a jingle in case they fight
That will decide who is wrong or right
Gotta be friends and behave if they both are ever going to be crowned
Boy's got a toy-gun in case of war
And that is just what he's waiting for
Girl rocks her doll's pram pretending the Barbie is a baby
Boy tries his best to be hard and cool
Girl to be soft as cotton wool
Prince is a gentleman and the princess is the finest lady
They know exactly how to play
They know exactly what to say
'Cause they have served their apprentice-ship
Prince wants the princess to watch him fight
She says that she doesn't think it's right
But he wants to show her that she is together with a winner
Outside the doll's house the ogre starts
Shaking the house till it falls apart
Princess and Prince gotta run unless they're gonna be his dinner
Running together with equal goals
Better be home playing with adults
Mum saying: "It's just a game", and they don't have to worry
Inside the kitchen the game begins
Mum is the princess and Dad's the prince
Kids getting bored by watching a copy of the same old story
They know exactly how to play
They know exactly what to say

You burn like a fire
You try to bring out what is trapped inside
The things you desire
Are fading away like a dream that died
What you believe in
Is your little world of right and wrong
It’s all so deceiving
To be withstanding you must be strong
You know you can get there
As long as you play by the rules they make
It’s not that you don’t care
There’ll always be someone who’s there to take
Who cares if you’re cheating
As long as there’s no one there to see
As life keeps repeating
It will always be all about you or me
Did you know
Did you know that you are part of this
Time to show
Time to show you what you miss
It’s just a game
A game they play with all of us
Don’t cross this lane
For you will be the next to fall
Let me show you how
Let me show you how to break the rules
Then you will know

You want to get into that game
The secret game where bet is pain
Like playing dice with no numbers
Who dares will win, but still who cares...
There are no winners or winning
Only losers and losing
By mental penetration inside
You're like possessed by things above
They are with us, inside our minds
You want to hear them, feel them, call them
Who dares will win, but still who cares...
You've heard stories of it's strenght and might

It feels good to fall
Will you take my hand and jump with me
The airl feels good on the way down
The look in your eyes
Please take me away
I've got to get out of this game
I wish I knew you better
This wouldn't have happend
I wish you knew me better
This shouldn't have happened
Can you see that I'm scared
The place we dreaded
Well we're finally here
The air felt good on the way down
The tears in your eyes
God Take them away
I've Got to get out of this Game
I wish I knew you better
This wouldn't have happened
I wish you knew me better

Verse 1:
You've been feelin' the pain, you've been feelin' the pain of the layman's claim,
Follow all the rules, follow all the fools and you won't be blamed
Go on you don't need to follow them, go on you can breakaway
Go on you don't need anybody now, or so you say
Chorus:
I don't know why I'm playing in the wrong game now, game now, looking for the end of
The board. And I know 'bout the tears that you cry all alone when your waiting up in your
Car at night, and I know that you need her now, now, now, to hold her tight.
Verse 2:
You know now, you know now there's never been a better time
Hold back your fears, hold back your fears, she's waiting on the line
Go on tell her that you need her now, go on you can make it fun
Go on you don't need a cover just be yourself and not another one.
Chorus:
Solo

[Kool Keith:]
You wanna judge and rate albums motherfucker? KHM
Fuck you~! Take it personal
Devestating, piss on your champagne bottles, exclusive background
Nigga the closest y'all get to bitches is on bullshit sets
with rented video models, close your introduction, put your ear to the speakers
You fuckin played out, compared to Pony like M-1 sneakers
Fuck you motherfuckers on Star Trek cellular phones
Talkin to broke niggaz with doo rags
Got the nerve to beam in the other broke motherfuckers with platinum beepers
With jealous stripes across your face like Adidas, unimportant material niggaz
Y'all some Lucky Charms cereal niggaz
Fuck miscellaneous parties, summer jam action, y'all face the Tony Hanna boots
Fuck up your cartoon shirt, I'm imperial niggaz
Fuck your game up with saddle soap, comedian stage set-up
Pull covers on top of you, you a fuckin joke, ask Steve Harvey
Your camera flash on corny-ass critics, reflect off my leather coat
You gobble and digest, fans swallow what I wrote
Fuck actin fly, dancin to homo tracks on fuckin boats
You collect jazz records, fuck Max Roach
Sideline nigga, youse a fuckin coach
[Chorus:]
Game recognize game - youse a sucka nigga
New face nigga, starin and schemin
Game recognize game - youse a suckin nigga
New face nigga, starin and schemin
[Marc Live:]
Get on the pole bitch, let's go, now do your thing chick
Shake your shit, we don't wanna hear shit
Breakin out, we got the bus out back
Dress you up, take a flick in the back, toss you up in the back
We sick (let's go) but we accustomed to that
And chick, we gonna bust on your back
Jugganot track pushin you back, lightspeed niggaz
Strip your chick; you're too slow to react
I told your bitch, don't be callin me back
I sent her home, with my dick on her back, now she's a witness to tha
Uhh, now she's a victim of that
Tell her man, don't be rippin at that, sucka nigga whassup
Yo, you New York kids, we different than that
Yo we stalk kids, so don't be sleepin on that - uhh
Yo I be laughin when you sleep on your back
From the back I blast, one in your back
[Chorus]
[H-Bomb:]
Uhh, dump and dip, empty the clip
Trip with entourages, strip 5-11 roll with life 7
Double K they settle it quick metal it, drill it
For villain fam it's easy, we spillin blood kill 2-faces
Catch cases, choke you wit'cha own shoelaces
Places and faces get replaced, sensation's death
Upset homicidal let's get murder and don't forget task force
Blast big boss of course jewels in back of The Source we floss
With no remorse, thuggin homo, rainbow Rambo, nude photo
So, strawberry milk, you listenin to Sisqo yo look
Fuck the nice singin the kids in the hook
I'm shook and took women who act like men
Men who act gangsta strangle a fake gangbanger
Your CEO nothin profess to Richard Gere playin with pet hampsters

[Verse 1:]
You Got Me Feeling Like A Little Kid Up In A Candy Store,
Girl I Feel Like A Baby,
And If There's Anything You Need From Me,
Baby Just Let Me Know
Girl You Driving Me Crazy ,
Oohh If I Had The Chance To Be With You
I Would Drop Everything And Run Away With You (With You),
Won't Have No Problem Spoiling You
Massaging You Hands And Feet Back Rubbing And Oiling You
[Chorus:]
Yes It Feels Like I Love You
I Hear You Saying That You Love Me
And I Promise I Won't Hurt You
See I Heard It All Before So Don't Play Wit Me(Boy Dont Play Wit Me)
This Is Not A Game Girl This Is Not A Game
All My Player Ways I'm Willing To Change
This Not A Game No This Is Not A Game
If You Really Serious Then Continue Boy
[Verse 2:]
Climb A Mountain Swim A Sea For You
Girl If You Want Me To
I've Been Exercising Lately
And All These Feelings That I Have For You
Girl Ask Me If You Want Me Too
It Wont Be A Maybe
Oohh If I Had A Million Dollars Girl
I Would Get You Anything You Want
Anything In The World
Take You To The Jeweler Girl
So You Can Pick Anything You Want
All The Diamonds And Pearls
[Chorus:]
Yes It Feels Like I Love You
I Hear You Saying That You Love Me
And I Promise I Won't Hurt You
See I Heard It All Before So Don't Play Wit Me(Boy Dont Play Wit Me)
This Is Not A Game Girl This Is Not A Game
All My Player Ways I'm Willing To Change
This Not A Game No This Is Not A Game
If You Really Serious Then Call Me Boy
Umm Dada Umm,Dada Umm, Dada Umm [x15]

(Intro)
Yeah… Win or De
Ca$hius Clay
Baby please leggo
Win Squad
(Verse)
Them nigga say I’m crazy, them hoes think I’m loco
True religion bitches but my draws always polo
I walk inside any cup in America, dolo
But I guarantee it, I won’t leave by myself though… yo hoe
She left you, she with me
That black dress look tempting
I pop a book with Louie V and that same gang was Fendy
She say she want me bad
And Shawty not pretending
She said “I wanna be yo baby tonight, RIP Whitney”
She want me to be her bodyguard and see I don’t work for them lot
And I don’t know hanko but just make love and they drop
Lame niggas be club blockin, pussy nigga you fly
You told a hoe don’t say it up to me, yea nigga I saw
My nigga let them hoes choose cuz them bitches got a choice
And my swag is on the million so I got them hoes moist
See I can push her Honda and you can push yo Rolls Royce
But I’m still gonna get Shawty, she know what it is when she hear my voice
(Hook)
Bitch I got game
And it aint about no name, and it ain’t about no fame
It’s just bitch I got game
And it aint about no money cuz I ain’t spendin no change
It’s just bitch I got game
I ain’t makin it rain, poppin bottles of champagne
It’s just bitch I got game
The game like you all remains, try to use a nigga name
It’s just bitch I got game
(Verse)
I got game like Nintendo
Say yo juice is even
It’s 2 hoes and just me and my dick
I guess teams are even
I’m smoking on that endo, I got folks who tell me they grow it
Got a box full of that money but you ain’t gonna see me throw it
Cuz that bringin thirst and that’s the worst
You can bang em to my crib long as I fuck em first
Tell a nigga where I stay and you gon get murked
Yea, I’m killin the game nigga round that Caddy hearse
I’m a G and I don’t got no niggas inside my circle
I’m Mario, I’m in this game just tryna trip them turtles
You smoking big with her, I introduced er to the purple
And you can smoke it out this bong girl, it ain’t gon hurt you
Look me in my eyes hoe, yea I got you memorized
I ain’t finna say shit you wanna hear
I’mma finna tell you exactly what’s on my mind
I wanna drink, I wanna smoke
I wanna fuck you then take you home
So I jump with it then I spunk with it
I fucked her good, it ain’t take me long
(Hook)
Bitch I got game
It aint about no name, and it ain’t about no fame
It’s just bitch I got game
And it aint about no money cuz I ain’t spendin no change
It’s just bitch I got game
I ain’t makin it rain, poppin bottles of champagne
It’s just bitch I got game
The game like you all remains, try to use a nigga name
It’s just bitch I got game
(Verse)
Game recognize game
Been there cuz them niggas don’t
Cuz I’mma say shit to the pussy hoes
And these folk told me that nigga won’t
I ain’t scared, I ain’t on a bike
You’ll never Ca$h by the 2’s
Yall niggas outchea tryna win
See Young Ca$h already won
And I’m havin fun
And I’m fuckin good
I got my pistol on me
I wish you nigga would
I’m pullin hoes
You niggas wish you could
I’m a playa nigga
It ain’t nothing to it
(Hook)
Bitch I got game
It aint about no name, and it ain’t about no fame
It’s just bitch I got game
And it aint about no money cuz I ain’t spendin no change
It’s just bitch I got game
I ain’t makin it rain, poppin bottles of champagne
It’s just bitch I got game
The game like you all remains, try to use a nigga name

(Game whispering)
Its Murder
(The Game talking)
Is 07 shit
We runnin' through summers
in dual hummers
and tell them my crew coming for war
(Verse 1)
YAYO!
I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go
Now watch his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta ties
asians down in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them asians down in Miami
Fat Joe don't f**k with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when they long nose snipe you
Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us where you at
We gonna twist that dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat that face
Nobody we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherf**kin' chronic spin
(Chorus:(The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(You can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
(Verse 2)
What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (Oh No!)
Pull up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'
Naah, we don't get down like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that
Cuuuurtisss
Tryin' to make peace with Dipset
but you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
Then call the God and tell him your ass is comin'
(Chorus:(The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(You can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never cross the real!)
(Verse 3)
This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the corner
Who gonna drive the truck
F**k the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck
F**k Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste
You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste
I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't gonna do shit
I'll have your crew sit (?)
So play like them is toy guns and this is just music
(Chorus: (The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murder kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(Niggaz can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't f**k with the real!)
(The Game talking)
It's Blackwall Street nigga!
Is 07, we can't be f**k with
Try and die, motherf**kers

[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, what up Game?
How are you my nigga?
Let's get this money, you heard?
[The Game (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I know Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me
I got a Cuban Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a pile of ones)
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the Bronx
[Raekwon (The Game) - Verse 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin' warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the day's done)
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Geah, frontin' on us nigga, it's like
It's like racin' a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt
[Raekwon - Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs always actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two gunnys
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, man yo Game man
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
We official man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?
[The Game (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
Westcoast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say your wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal?
[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real
Many may read this man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general niggaz man
All them niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga

(feat. Eazy-E)
[Eazy-E:]
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E wit a chrome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit dat switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep tha gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackaz, but no hapz
Cuz i pack a tech 9'
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to ya dome
Crusin in my 64' ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit dat switch im bouncin
More bounce to tha ounce and im clownin
Keep tha gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
Fo tha carjackaz, but no hapz
Cuz i pack a tech 9 plus an Ak47
Send a one way ticket to hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigga I dont sleep
Bury muthafuckaz in tha concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in tha astro
But i peep u niggaz out my left window
So i blast and i blast til i blast no mo
Yo dey call a muthafucka John Doe
[chorus x3:]
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
[Game:]
1, 2, 3 and to tha 4
Pumpz in tha trunk of dat cherry red '64
Im ridin wit tha ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany
He watching fo demonz
Nigga if you try me then im cocking tha nina
Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason
To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to tha precinct
Ima make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly
And i got property, datz get out of jail money
Nigga i came from poverty
Shoot-outz, gang-banging, and robberiez
Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalaz
Do that wit or without the ... going inside of me
Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body
Im not to be fucked with
Whether im straight out of Compton
Or straight out of Ca$ville wit dat Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7
'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven.
[chorus x3:]
Old nigga E still cruisin

Game

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.

(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 muthaf**ka
Don't f**k 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
F**k 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 pop cristal wit Esko
I'm a say he hit me first, 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 f**k 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 lingo, 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 'cause 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 f**ked 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 feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any *****, say my name muthaf**k 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
'cause 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
'cause when you f**king 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 feel your shit just a lil bit
*****z only feel your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killa 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
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They'll stab you an foursome then f**k 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 'cause 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 f**k 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
'cause 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
'cause 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, 'cause 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?
'cause 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, 'cause 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 paint shit.
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, Impala liffin'
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 f**k 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 muthaf**ka 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 f**king 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 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthaf**ka 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
F**k 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 f**k 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 f**k the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever muthaf**ka, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever muthaf**ka, 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