• 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

The Game
3 Killas on the rise,
Come through scremin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
Come through screamin homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
3 Killas on the rise,
Come through screamin homicide when we ride (when we ride).
3 Killas on the rise,
Come through screamin' homicide when we ride (nigga westside).
Eastwood [Verse 1]
Ha ha, Eastwood nigga check it out.
Yo, I caught'em at the corner liquor store,
Ran'em for his jewels
Told'em gimme everything you got,
Hat to the shoes.
You done showed me what it is,
Now show me what it do
I done jacked a gang of bitch ass niggaz like you.
My profile suspect,
I'm wanted for murder
Investigated by the feds on no shit I ain't heard of.
In '94 they say the wood was involved wit' a carjackin,
That's when my phone started trippin, I'm knowin my shits out.
Tryin' to tell me how I'm livin' like they B.E.T,
Sometimes I feel like it's a camera in my T.V screen.
Ha ha,
I am the best ever since my moms left,
I ain't holdin' my breath,
I'm prosectured to death.
It's Eastwood,
I'm as deadly as terpentine,
Spittin venemous rhymes with more heart then valentine when we ride.
The Game
The Game [Verse 2]
Life is what you make it,
Sometimes I see blatant visions of Satan.
I been smokin' hella the marijuana vapors,
Wit' dreams of gettin paper on felonious capers
Rent a car from Avis bangin' the best of Anita Baker,
Now Is That sacred when niggaz spend money on Jacobs,
And it's that same shit that get blood spilled on the pavement
I'm patiently waitin' for God to open heaven gates
& I'll take a knife in my heart before I'll murder my neighbor
& for that i'm hated,
'cause most of they rhymin is basic,
Drop 1 album & left the whole world stuck in amazement,
Started wit' Rakim,
Found him in my moms basement,
One demo tape & i'm on Em & Dr. Dre shit.
The Game
Techniec [Verse 3]
The hood got me feelin' like my back against the wall,
But I been here befo',
Let me fly or give me death,
Im in here for dough.
My pops used to hustle the corner in lotto kicks,
Attempted to try'em on,
Didn't like that fit.
Went after a record deal,
Shit I got that supersize,
Niggaz aint fly then Tec at this shit
Im a natural nigga,
So it's only right we boss up after these figgaz,
So classical nigga.
I'll document the avenue,
Study the set back to the O.G's,
Create a new avenue niggaz, so we can ride.
Rims spinnin off the chrome,
Check the rearview wave spinnin off the dome,
Honey the westcoast is home.

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while
mufucka's wanna see me dead
mufucka's wanna see me in tha feds
bitches wanna give me head
dollas in my bank account
Soundscan the first week out
mufucka's on my dick
mufucka's talkin' shit
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you better respect it
all i need is Beyonce,AND A Rockafella necklace
Nigga, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood
gave niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the CPT
Did it for New York
Did it for Chi-town
ran through hip hop and made these nigga's lie down
I'm goin' away for a while, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a smile =)
God Bless the child with incredible style, nigga sicka than the West Nile
Who's king of the West now?
I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't gonna kill shit
Shut the fuck up,nigga, you ain't gon' kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers
fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya grill backwards
fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em
My flow semi-automatic
Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
nigga get a lawyer when The Game comin' for ya
My jab like zab on a chin of Da Lahoya
I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' Hova noise
got tha whole world clappin just like them Noya Boys
Since a juvenile, i had to prove my style
Went from Kay Slay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 magizine covers,nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou
'causez half of these rap niggas just be runnin' they mouth
The other half in the ATL runnin' the South
10 mil in the bank, 7 bedroom house, i'm rich, so on my 30th birthday, I'm out
Nigga, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit betta lines, betta rhymes
Every time niggas hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', tell the media, get off'a my dick
You with me? my next album gon' sell like Britney
I beat on these rap niggas like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more beef wit 50
And if ya just tunin' in, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360
Right back where I started, in Compton, takin' out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You bought ya Lethal Injection, and I bought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape
My brotha bought it for me, they used to call him Big Fa$e
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga, we ain't shit
And you livin' in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about ya little rappers talkin' shit
Stay out my family business or you get a coffin quick
I ain't changed, same Nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr. Dre because his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha road 'cause his cars are sick
And he rymed so good I had to pause the shit
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get this shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She said fuck you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
That's what i get for lettin' her listen to my Jay-Z
fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the Grammys, but i still don't drive Maybachs
Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and homie don't play dat
Stand way back, and get your ass clapped ASAP
Nigga, this the payback
You want beef, say that
I'll have a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up Crip sets, nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran outta Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talkin' he gang bang
Won't bust a shot, and tha nigga know where i hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane in the platinum chain, the fact remains,The Game dont' rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun, 'n Game got a rappin' tongue, so that bastard's done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this once
I'm Ready To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
On the same couch I put my demo and the package for Suge
After one meeting I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hangin' sellin' crack in the hood
Now it's Aftermath for good
Any nigga mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How that taste? Blow ya shit out fa real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef like a steak on the grill
Got tha clips on hold, but I ain't pharrel
Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya lungs
I spit sharp, like a razor blade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motha fucka
Bar none, who else kick knowledge outside'a Hoa''n the God Son
'N we can bar for bar, cocksucker, drop some
Watch me take flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil' niggas like Doctor Dre's drums
Look at these mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' boost they sells
Never that, muthafucka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West and slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rapper's on ice

[Hook]
I just got home and I feel like a brand new day/
So I'm gon' roll 'till my wheels fall off/
I'ma take it one day at a time, snooze, I say
That's why I roll 'till my wheels fall off/
I got called once and I bet it gon' happen again if I/
Keep rollin' 'till my wheels fall off/
You only live once that's why I suggest to my friends that they/
Roll 'till your wheels fall off/
[Verse 1]
Glass house, candy painting, low ridin' twenty-two's/
Run up on my old schools, see what the semi do/
A hop out, corner store grab me a O.E./
White-tee dicky sagging G-Unit'sneak's/
Twelve-inch cross-fires, you can still hear my speakers/
Dre started gangsta rappin' niggas still sleepin'/
Cashville Ten-e-key, Compton still got 'em cheaper/
Feds on next tails we still carry beepers/
Stash hold everything fire arms, cocain,
Drive-bys leave ya brains hangin' like my gold chain/
Ten G's on you fitted, fucking with my dope game/
Ski mask, climbing through your window like Bro, man/
In the hood fiends snitchin' on niggas for quarter rock/
Everybody on the floor, face down, gun shot/
All black bandana, infared, pass the glock/
Phantom in the drive way let the motha'fuckin' neighbourhood watch/
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Homie let the D R A M A pop/
'Fore a nigga clap back somebody gotta take shots/
Eighty-four magazine for that Benzino shit/
Don't believe the hype, Dre the Chuck D. in it/
Aftermath, G-Unit, Shady rap politics/
Eat this beef shit, load up hollow-tips/
Boys, I cock back forty-five, swallow shit/
Lift niggas souls up like a hydrolics switch/
All I know is gangbangin', bandana's, poppin' clips/
Ass out, three-wheelin', bangin' two 'pacalypse/
Hood rat, model chick, six-four impalla shit/
G's up, hoes down, make bitches swallow dick/
Suck me, Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre/
Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, D Mack, Big Fate/
Free Tony Yayo, suck him out of G-Unit/
Tell evil-kenevil nobody stuntin' like he do it/
But nah/

(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

It's been a long time, get re-acquainted with the world famous
You know how on point my aim is
Long range sniper's, clash of the titan's, chrome pipen'
In this 300 like Leonidas
Snub in the bubblegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiends put them needles in they arm and let 'em penetrate
Leanin' sideways with my fitted straight
The 27's on point, the paintjob a New York minute late
Check my Audemar, no cloud's in my stones
Project's ringin', standin' by the cornerstore
Two Glocks on me, BANG BANG if u wanna war
That was '05, now we ballin' on this tour
Screamin' out "Thug Life", pourin' Belve on ya whore
Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe/Gasol with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot
Before I had a goatee, I used to bag the Oz
(Yeah, fish-scale nigga, What up Ghost!?)
Then stash 'em by the oak tree, move it by the coke leaf
Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley
Nigga don't insult me, I banana boat B.R.C.K.S.'s
And stuff 'em in the Lexus
I'm sitting fat like Precious, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clips on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout to ball, Louis bag the fuckin' mall
Bitches, money and fast cars, nigga I want it all
(Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all)
Nascar Game, why the fuck would I stall!?
I'm the franchise nigga, Chris fucking Paul!
Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch, you the truck and all
Withdrawal 200 thousand, and then FUCK it off!
King of the hill, gotta dime bitch cuttin' raw
She bagged the last nick', I unzip, she suck it soft
Black Superman, yeah, I'm above the law
I put this hollowtip a quarter inch above ya jaw
Eat out a FUCKIN' straw!
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smellin' like a skunk
It's a wrap, I rap, when I wrap the punk
Throw me in the game module and tell 'em wrap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga, no Captain Crunch
This for my dog nigga's that eat cat's for lunch
I'm hungry like I ain't trapped in month's
So nigga act and stunt, my Glock pack a punch
Or I can heckler-coch, and seal your pint box
Leave your head wrapped for months, while I pass the blunt
To my niggas, we all Roc'd out, what's up Jigga?
Sometimes I be in BK, with Fab' on the freeway
Lincoln Continental and I copped it off a eBay
I pop cham. like it's my b-day, horse power
Under my hood like it's an olympic relay
My flow right on time, no delay
I raise a million dollars, send it off to Chile
(Word to my red cross, I don't fuck with the RedCross)
I'm All-Madden nigga, EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on 3-Way
Them 28's, that's my DJ, they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never rented shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tinted shit
Diddy and Mike Epps, I'm All About The Benjamins
In it for the benefits, I'll be down in Ten to 6
Tell 'em get me a Porterhouse and some eggs-Benedict
Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry
And I'm living it, I be out in Venice, shit
They say Weezy-Jordan, nigga I'm on my Pippen shit
They say Drake-Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fisher, shit!
Long as I'm in the starting five, I'm a get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton, I would get it in!
I was OutKast'd... Andre Benjamin
Now I slide through with my Dominican woman friend
(She like puttin' No Ceilings in, yeah)
Giuseppe Heels, expensive wines, Perri seal
It ain't tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big Phantom's, sweet wheels
Back seat like a club, make them bitches eat pills
Take Patrone shots to the purse with chrome Glocks
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the kill it!
I was the turtle in the race, I made the rabbit feel it!
(Yeah, keep runnin' nigga)
Housing by the subway, feel it through the projects
Come through the Murcialago, a foreign object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath-matic unleashed a fuckin' bastard!
Don't respect none of you niggas, get in the casket!
Talking ratchets, never touched a fuckin' automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars and runnin', throw it with my other classics
(Drama you should've warned these niggas, I'm bout to kill 'em)
Yeah, trash bag it, this is crack
And I know you been feindin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck the Plaques
Ain't on no beef shit, but it's still FUCK the rats!
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the cheese where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clapped
Catch 'em in the club, that's when I stomp 'em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
(I tell you bout these fucking rats!)
They either snitch or bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it, I hate fucking rats!
Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cap
Sit back watch the NBA play-offs and roll a back
Yeah, real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the wall like a fucking Phathead
Two nines on your back, Warren Sapp, yeah!
This my block and you niggas can't trap here
Unless you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped, yeah
I'm killing niggas, I should have a hundred tat tears
Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers
It's gon' be a cold summer, come through like burr!
The red Phantom bullshittin, the 25, Steve Kerr
The beat insane, Just Blaze in this mothafucka
The cars outside, the 'K is in this mothafucka
I should let off a couple strays in this mothafucka
Fuck that, I'm tryna get laid in this mothafucka
(Yo, tell your friends to get with my friends... Yeah)
Meet me in the parking lot, license plate Aftermath
Screamin' out "Fuck 50", wouldn't snitch for half his cash
If he wasn't such a bitch, nobody would've had to blast
Still he's down in Jacksonville, don't make me have to wrap ya Jag'
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez, unpackin bags
With bitches that speak French, how you say: "catch a cab"
I don't trip Euros, I don't trip Pounds
I bowlin' ball bitches, till I knock 'em all down
(Like the '93 Pac, I Get Around)
Duffles by the staircase, crack by the backdoor
Navigate my way through the South, I used to trap ho
All the way through Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might've lost a couple friends, but I got my gat though
Blast fo', my Rap foes could never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in that truck with the crash board
With the mag low, give you everythin you ask for
Sometimes, I can be a fucking asshole
In the bank with my mask on, look at this nigga A-R
Don't take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cash drawer
We on a suicide mission, but we don't give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
I'm in a strip club with a Glock, nigga what!?
Gimme your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I ain't gon' do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit it from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her
(Don't put that back on, too many cum stains on it)
Run a train on her, call Cartoon
Have 'em tatoo my name on her, Star Trak too
You know what? Fuck it, Aftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Had a spot in the Jungles till the fuckin Fed's found it
Momma, your son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches
(Don't even think about it... We got cameras, dogs and guns)
Ask Pe-Pe, he was there, he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some Oscar The Grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out, time to re-route shit
Settle down in Mississippi, gotta down South click
And my niggas like, "we ain't know all about this"
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin' mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fuckin' throat slit
Cut 'em like Filet Mignon and throw em off a boat, bitch!
Feed 'em to the sharks then dock the yacht
Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off his niggas on some trench coat shit
It's a drug war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit ya man next
Come through on some retarded shit, just sprayin' techs
Where my dogs at? tell 'em I'm crazier then DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I ain't talking where the muffins' at
(Roll up the sour diesle if you want nigga)
I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin' that
You should get a flight to California, come fuck with that
That's all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that
Don't bring nothin' back, Border Patrol cuffin that
I ain't trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real early, keep lunchin fags
This shit easy, you Rap niggas my punchin bags
(I got some combinations nigga, Pacquio shit)
Talkin 'bout you poppin tags, talkin 'bout u poppin Cris'
Where u get it poppin at? Nigga u ain't poppin shit
But a X pill, as I turn the Lex' wheels
I got a mean Phantom, very upset grill
Tell'em why you mad son, that nigga pulled a fast one
You know who you are, when I see you that's ya ass son
But I'm in the club, throwin' shots like my last gun
It's 2o'clock, YURR, gotta make a cash run
(Yo, go get the truck from around the corner, tell Wack I'll meet 'em outside)
Into the 7-11 bout to blast one
This nigga A-R will not keep his fuckin' mask on
Deal with it when we get to the crib
You niggas is wildin'! Wait till we get to the crib
And split this fuckin' money up
Hit the block and dummy up
Shave the onion, slice it down the middle, that's a tummy tuck
That's how we do it in Compton, FUCK the Police!
Defend my hood like an NHL goalie
(Sometimes it's cold on these mothafuckin' streets nigga)
Iced out Rollie
And I still remember everythin' that Dre told me
Red Polo fleece, sippin on thaT O.E
Never been to jail cause I never had a cold D
Do it just like the O.G.'s
Cut the Impala in half, insert the gold D's
Then bounce this mothafucka till it got a slow leak
Flatbed pick it up and u know me
I'm goin with the car, all night, no sleep
(Gotta get this mothafucker back on the strip)
Next day we in the red Phantom, 4 deep
Kids runnin up to the car, block off the whole street
It's the ice cream man like the OP
Cali like the Lion's o-line, it's where the holes(hoes) be
BC runnin shit like a nose bleed
Don't get it confused or screwed like Codine
More swag then the niggas from the show-me
That's ya bitch I'm bout to Mac her like Goldie
(Shit, together we can rule the world baby)
Blacked out Cartier, Four Season's caviar
Spray a lil Diddy on it, that'll get their panties off
Nigga see me in the lobby lookin like "damn he soft"
Catch me outside where I can let this cannon off
Soo to the Woo, bet I let this cannon off
And put everything in the clip right where u standin, dog
Ride off in a Mazi' like can I ball?
For the bucks, I'm tryna get it like Brandon dog
(Young Money clearly NBA rookie of the year)
I'm still standin tall wish the Twin Towers was
Take innocent lives, that's the type of shit a coward does
I'm just reminiscin', smokin' on the sour, blood
Take a couple more hits and pass the shit around the bus
U can't tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs
Hundred rounds in ten drums, that's a thousand slugs
One day I flipped the kitchen table, found a bug
Kept lookin', found another one, right around the subs
(Ayyo, Fed's can u hear me? God damn)
I was takin a shit, then I seen one by the tub
Feedin' my fish, there's a wire right by the rug
Dumb mothafuckers this is not where they buy the drugs
That's Salami in the kitchen that we fryin up
The world full of bitches, all the niggas dyin' up
They strechin' niggas out for crack, all the fiends tryin dust
We got some mean smokers for the sack they tie u up
Quarter sack and get the pound, brick burn the house down
(The connect ain't gon' think that shit is funny)
The fuck these niggas laughin at? Run up, u got some cash in that?
Knock on ya momma's door, ya head sittin' in a bassinette
While I'm on a G4, smokin' up half the jet
All season in New York, smokin' up half the Jets
246 bars ain't broke half a sweat
Just got half a mil', gave the hood half the check
And I done shot it out with probly over half the 'jects
Sometimes just for the love, the other half, respect
(That's that HOOD shit, I'm livin' GOOD bitch!)
Out of my mind like breakin' off half an X
Movin through Hollywood faster than a bag a Meth
Yup, nigga's better watch they step
'Less they in a fraternity, but that ain't concernin' me
Let's get back on this ape shit, back to the basics
Cold words, flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix
Yeah, Betty Crocker that, then hit the block with that
Cut off khakis, house shoes and a stockin' cap
(Hit the Swapmeet... Get me some white T's, red-tip socks)
My flow a 38. don't make me have to cock it back
Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring the old Rocket's back
Two holes in ya face where ya sockets at
Bring the whole hood out and show 'em how to drop a rat
They got them brand new Porsche's out, I'm coppin that
V12 under the hood, ain't no stock in that
Panoramic sunroof, me and this chick watchin glass
My hood is like cameras in the bumper, watch ya ass
(Get ya ass smoked around these parts, youngin')
What the fuck u thought? Ride up bangin Too Short
Smoke u like a Newport, nigga this ain't New York
I be in the jungle with lions or in the zoo lost
Or with my wolves that's dyin' to get they tools off
City Of Angels, be careful who you cross
Niggas'll run in Mr.Chow's and take them fuckin' jewels off
Rappin' all that goon shit, we all know that u soft
A baby's ass in the Martha Stewart face cloth
(Or a box of cotton, stay pushed 'til your rotten)
So, nigga you stay on your Rap shit, while I stay on my trap shit
My, bust a gat shit, Busta hit me like: "u wrote 400 that quick? "
Naw, 282 and that's just cause the track sick
120 more, welcome to the liquor store
Same one that frog sent me, lil' nigga get the raw
And I did it, Cedar Block, I'm with it
Who you think got all these niggas in them Cincinatti fitted's?
(Yeah, took America and Ken Griffey'd that)
7-5-8's, throw on my crown, throw on my khakis
Then brush the Nike's down
Jump in the 'Lac and push to Nike town
Where Them Space Jam's? I need 'em right NOW!
Jordan sweatsuit on, OH Let's Do It!
Go Wocka Flocka on them nigga's in these new kicks
You know how that go, new kick's, new whip
Blue 6, loc'in on the set like a new Crip
(That line was so crazy I had to say that shit, Blood)
Interior coke white, smooth like Cool Whip
Sold the shit to Rick Ross, 80 thou', a cool flip
Then I got that vibrant thing, my lil' Q-tip
That Maserati a problem, especially with the dual shift
0 to 60, and WHOO! It's like a mule kick
I swear to God like the preacher in the pool pit
Speakin of pools, mine heated, come through bitch
Long as it's La Perla, I don't care who you come through with
(Canadian, Spanish, French, nigga whatever!)
Minage in the deep end, head on the back end
I wanna fuck the Asian bitch, next time leave your fat friend
Why the fuck y'all in the Honda all packed in?
Headed to Inglewood, say wassup to Mack 10
Say wassup to Glock 9, I'm back on you nigga's heads
L.A. would be a ghost-town if I wanted nigga's dead
Run with my Goon Squad cause more than half you nigga's Fed's
It's either that, you ATF or one of 50's friend's
(I see the wires hangin' out you nigga's Levi's)
Well fuck it though cause the nigga did let me in
But he ain't wanna see the Game in HD on ESPN
I think the boy's John-in', we was the best of friends
Then shit flipped, went to his holmes like I was Mexican
We all know the rest, put the burner to his chest
Hit him with "300 Bars" and let the streets do the rest
Yes! Terror is over you can eat now, Jayceon(Jason) killed Freddy
The WHOLE world can SLEEP noW!
(Dream-snatcher, that's ME now)
Take your money lay yo' bitch ass on the beach now
I can see it, a G-Unit beach towel
Another man on it, ya'll 'bout to tan on it?
Send some lil' goons by to kick some fuckin' sand on it
We ain't watchin', go 'head nigga, jam on it
Damn homie in high school you was the man homie
You was lucky in Manhattan, the clip jammed
But come to Cali you a moose in some quicksand
(Sink nigga, like a fuckin' boat with bullet-holes in it)
Buttersoft Banks, you a bitch man
Me and you was cool 'til 50 unscrewed your kickstand
And Yayo, turn in your senior citizen wristband
Slap the shit out u for @LilHenchman
And just like the old days, I play the bench man
Dre play the big hand, I'm cool with the 6th man
Never selfish nigga, I'm eatin shellfish nigga
My legacy will never die, the black Elvis nigga
(Come check me out in Graceland nigga, pull the guitar out and e'rrything)
Glock by my pelvis, clip by the waistline
On the block like Chris Bosh, shoot it from the baseline
We at the 350 mark, it's break time
(Ayyo, go get the L out the car man...
Naw, this Purple Haze nigga, I'm 'bout to roll this shit up
Get high nigga, finish this mothafuckin' "400 Barz"
Naw, my key's right there... By that, by that, Cocunut Ciroc... Yeah, Let's Go
Yo, and tell The Runners I'm hungry man
Get me some Frech Toast, Bacon and shit)
Run up on you with 50 bean's and 50 chef's
Niggas thinkin' it's a game, tryna push "select"
Call a time out, like I'm OUT!
All these soft ass Rappers fakin' the crime route
Niggas got real quiet now that Shyne out
Don't make me smuggle 'em outta Belize and pull them 9's out
Niggas scared now, my Goon Squad here now
We turnin' on the headlights and runnin over deer's now
(Yeah... All up in the wood's, what's good!?)
And I'm the only one you Rap niggas should fear now
You see a G-Unit poster, you better tear it down
I'm talkin' to you mothafucker, so turn around
The beef forever lives, never ever put ya burner down
I beat the shit out these niggas, they Tina Turner now
Stripped of their manhood, ass naked like they Shermin' out
While I peel the top on the block and just burn it out
Hit the strip club with my niggas and just turn it OUT!
(Ayyo, that's Jeezy mothafuckin' Lambo'? Shit cold nigga)
They got free hot wings, they bringin full serving's out
It's all good, we straight, time to perm' it out
Katt Williams, run up in ya house, tie you up
And make you watch while we run through your spouse
Rip off her fuckin' blouse! Tiger Woods been in this?
No thank you, pass that bitch to Menace
Get what I came for, stuff it inside the Range doors
380 bars and get ready for the main course
(Yo, gimme a couple of them napkins, a salad fork... I'm starvin' nigga!)
June 15th, one of us gotta change course
But not the one that spit 400, blunt'd and ain't hoarse
8 plaques on the wall, hang yours
Before you get one, I'll probly have 8 more
It never been about the money with me
Just been about tryna get my nigga somethin' to eat
Take 'em on a couple of tours, get 'em somethin' to beat
Never satisfied, that's why we keep the gun's on his feet
(Yeah... All I know is block's, Glock's and Ciroc... Let's Get It!)
Who got a blunt I can chief? Nigga's runnin around like Indians
But near not one of'em chief
Killa California, I'm just one of the beasts
Take a fuckin' blood bath and bathe myself with the beef(UHH!)
It's the home stretch but I ain't even home yet
Only thing can stop me, is ME, I'm my own threat
Eatin' Lobster's, writin' Al Capone checks
I still ain't on the level of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet
(Nigga's gon' learn, respect the veteran's... Nigga, apologize to Cube)
But after this year, and after this here
Niggas won't see the throne for another 6 years
P.S. mothafucker, ain't no bitch here!
I'm goin' out the same way I came in, 5th gear
I see the finish line, SHIT YEAH!
(It's time to celebrate, Kanary bring that Cris' here
Sticks tell Crack bring the car around the back)

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss
Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the [unverified] name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel
Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name
I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again

Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea. (imitating the beat)
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
(Verse One)
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses
(Chorus)
The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)
(Verse Two)
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.
(Chorus)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, this sound like. the music to Frankenberry or some shit

All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
Lemme tell you a story bout these punk rap niggaz
Play tough but they whole fuckin life made up
Ima start wit 50 'cause I used to roll wit him
He neva smoked weed so how could I blow wit him
Shoulda knew he was a fag by the way his clothes fit him
Tight G Unit jeans brought out the ho in him
Had one lil girlfriend and that was fixed
Somebody musta told Vivica her boyfriend like dick
Lloyd Banks knew, he told me that shit
I told Buck and Buck told me he ridin wit his clique
So I start ridin wit Fat Joe and Kiss
Made a good choice 'cause afta that Yayo bricked
So I gave away my chain and decided to keep movin
Now I'd ratha burn in hell then yell G Unit
Thats the truth nigga word to Seagle
Sleep on The Game and wake up to a gold desert eagle
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
What happened to ya movie, the soundtracks
Chicken Little killed you niggaz youll neva bounce back
I paid 19 dollas to see that shit
My bitch said you was naked I aint see that shit
[Pause]
You niggaz always talkin shit, you gon do this you gon do that
Nigga you aint gon do nothin but be a motha fuckin fam when you see me
Nigga suck mah dick
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
Lemme tell you a story bout these punk rap niggaz
Play tough but they whole fuckin life made up
Ima start wit 50 'cause I used to roll wit him
He neva smoked weed so how could I blow wit him
Shoulda knew he was a fag by the way his clothes fit him
Tight G Unit jeans brought out the ho in him
Had one lil girlfriend and that was fixed
Somebody musta told Vivica her boyfriend like dick
Lloyd Banks knew, he told me that shit
I told Buck and Buck told me he ridin wit his clique
So I start ridin wit Fat Joe and Kiss
Made a good choice 'cause afta that Yayo bricked
So I gave away my chain and decided to keep movin
Now I'd ratha burn in hell then yell G Unit
Thats the truth nigga word to Seagle
Sleep on The Game and wake up to a gold desert eagle
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch
My glock nine, my fo five
My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga
50 what happened to ya movie, the soundtracks
Chicken Little killed you niggaz youll neva bounce back
I paid 19 dollas to see that shit
My bitch said you was naked I aint see that shit
You and Olivia in the showa, my bad that was Terrence Howard
A lil Hustle & Flow and a damn coward
I had to sit there for 80 minutes
The best actor in the movie was the baby in it
This aint Newy Jack City and it cant be Menace
The worst actor in the world, you made the Guinness
I made G - Unot and that made you finished
I put two quarters in and I played you niggaz
Fuck Mobb Deep the lil thugs turned sissy
And Mase traded holy water for some Formula 50
Fuck Mobb Deep the lil thugs turned sissy
And Mase traded holy water for some Formula 50
Fuck Mobb Deep the lil thugs turned sissy
And Mase traded holy water for some Formula 50
Yall niggaz come get me, I got a glock nine

(Common)
I spent my day so
First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo
Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful
Faithful walks I take in the woods
Thinkin' whats good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm resurrectin' the peace
Pipe the Indians used to like, we called it Chief, right
Steppin' on the leafs right, to reach heights
Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen
Some use it for medicine, or to write better things
I was in Amsterdam, man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it alot. yeah... an angel
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(The Game)
Th-the way that I rhyme, blow niggas mind
Like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line
To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind
And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die
Prolly cause the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye
So I start hip-hop and I understand why Common used to love her
She got me open so I even had to fuck her
But I used the rubber, cause she was married to Rakim
So I bought me a gold chain, pretendin' that I was him
So I can get close to the girl I loved the most
But she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost
Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down
I should've knew it, shock G, and 'Pac told ya she get around
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(The Game)
(Fly away, fly away)
My love for her's not about jewelry or cars
I love her cause she love me, just for who I are
Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin'
"Didilly whoooa!"
I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East
Before I was duckin' cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel)
From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold
Between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome
Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home
And when they bust in, we not Caesar, but got it wrong
Cause they try ta' wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones
The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap
But I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact
I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(Common)
Yeah, it's The Game and Common
Spread your wings, follow your dreams
Things will be so serene, LA and the Chi is a team
Yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on

Intro (From Anchorman)
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Now before we do this, let's go over the ground rules.
But not yet! Now Let's do this.
Verse 1 (The Game)
------
Public Enemy number 2, the flow is illegal,
and these ain't diesel, all fucking Evisu,
These is Levi's, equipped with the desert eagle,
run, tell your people, that nigga get evil,
throw em off the bridge like Knievel,
you niggas see-through,
like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do,
one classic, now homie, OG too,
I toast a chronic blunt everytime I see Snoop,
Aston Martin Driver, gave away the B(entley) Coupe,
cried for three days, after that I had to re-group,
bullet-proof suburban, nigga fuck with that,
shoot the tires out, drive 60 miles on a flat,
flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back,
let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac,
no gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac,
lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track. (nigga)
Chorus
------
Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
kill a motherfucker,
like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker,
Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
kill a motherfucker,
like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker,
Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)
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Yeah, I'ma murder this shit,
tell Dr. Dre to give me surgery quick,
Weezy from the dirty south, yeah, the dirtiest bitch,
but I'm clean like a virgin and detergent and shit, (ha)
I walked into the record store drooling,
because it's like a supermarket to me,
yeah, and as my appetite gets bigger,
I see you new rappers and you look like dinner,
lyrical killer,
I kill at will,
and my flow keeps going when the beat stand still,
how real is that? Nigga that's for real,
fuck with me and you're pushing up daffodils,
so don't you get this rap twisted,
fuck around and get your cap twisted,
stop it right there, rewind it back and listen,
and you have just become another victim.
Chorus
------
Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
kill a motherfucker,
like a motherfucker nigga named game, motherfucker,
Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
kill a motherfucker,

We got a problem Houston, not Marques Houston or his little rapping side kick, we got a real mutha f**kin' problem. And its only gonna be one of these songs, after that ima knock your mutha f**kin' ass out.
Verse 1
Bitch niggas get put in the coffin with all that psychopath talking, you listening to the source and I ain't from boston, I'm gang banging, wear G-6's call em' how I see em', these niggas is bitches, and clue put this nigga on a song and now its g-unit, and I came to get it on, you ain't hot, nigga you look warm, ill hog tie your ass with g-unit shoes on, you had pump it up that was a koo song, you only sold 10 records nigga now move on, talking about you got ratchets and tools on when you was at the all-star game with no jewels on, I cant believe I gave you dap, with the 45 on me I should of gave you that, pistol whipped you laid you flat, jump off buddens nah, disgrace to a yankee hat, and its time to state my biz, only nigga pushing rocket jersey is jason kidd, you a phony nigga I'll erase your wig, have you running to the church like Mason did.
Chorus
Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
Verse 2
You don't know me fool, to diss me on dj clue, I don't need no assistance to dig you a ditch, and any problem I got I just put my clip in, you fake like janet's titty, one call 300 bloods in atlantic city, you bad boy then dance like diddy, I give celebrity beat downs, I bring the camera with me, on that mixtape shit you knew my man was 50, and I keep something chrome in them tanish dickeys, smoke niggas like a gram of sticky, and I know my way to harlem ill take you to bransons with me, come to Compton you'll vanish quickly, I got niggas in the hood that'll kill you for a can of Mickey's, gangs of L.A. we never die, and we'll let hollow tips fly at Joe
Chorus
Verse 3
I drive through the desert storm kick up dust, red and blue rags hanging out of pick up trucks, get banks on the phone, nigga hit young buck, tell em' we got a problem with this dumb f**k, you was just in the city of angels in the W lobby in the presence of gangsters, I'm the nigga that'll beat you with the stainless and leave you alive so you can run and tell stain bitch, I got niggas in jersey that'll hang you, im a los angeles king with new york rangers, and you lucky yayo got that beeper on his ankle, joe budden is a true definition of a wankster
Chorus
Outro

(Justo)
Word up, I be the one they call Justo if ya didn't know,
Tryin' to check my man DJ Skee,
With his new mix tape,
Pick it up ya square,
Ya heard what I'm sayin?
(Game)
It's another sad day in hip-hop,
We lost another one of my brothers,
Justo Faison,
We love you,
And we'll always miss you,
Mix tape king,
Forever...
We'll always love you Justo x4
(Verse 1)
I picked up my pen four years from the day,
Never thought I'd be rappin, or even signed to Dre,
I never been to New York, I had to find a way,
So I dropped 40 bars on a clue mix tape,
On a Birdman beat, then my name started buzzin,
Aftermaths young gun and now everybody love him,
I hooked up with Gavin, Foxy's lil brother,
He took me to K Slay and Slay put me on the cover,
Drama King I shoulda known, cause all of a sudden,
Emcees callin' my name and I'm beefin' wit Joe Budden,
That beef came and went, I got at him over Colours,
Then caught him at Def Jam, found out it wasn't nothin,
Look back at my career starin' out at the city,
Thinkin' about the biddin' war between Dre and Diddy,
If I was signed to bad boy, would 50 be on the math?
Probably not but maybe Justo wouldn't have crashed.
(Hook)
We'll always love you Justo x4
(Verse 2)
I remember when Funk Flex first heard me flow,
And Sway let me freestyle on the wakeup show,
Spit over a 100 bars then Miss Jones started to host,
That's when they started showing me love on the east coast,
Then more people found out, I was with Dre,
And at Bodega's I'm on 9 outta 10 of the mix tapes,
I'm workin' on my album and the world cant wait,
Cover of the vibe, and I ain't even have a release date,
Then I met Justo he told me if I stay hungry,
I'd go platinum and nobody can take that from me,
He joked about my rap beefs, I thought it was funny,
Gave him a pound then slid him 200 Bars and Runnin'
Went upstairs to change, got dinner at five,
Went to Houstons and that's the first time I met Nas,
Had billboard wit me and two months later he died,
So this is what it sounds like when thugs cry.
(Hook)
We'll always love you Justo x4
(Verse 3)
Markin' off days on the calendar I can't even sleep,
Like a convict, waitin' on January 18th,
When the documentary dropped, it flooded the streets,
My mix tape buzz made me gold the first week,
Double platinum in two months,
Record labels gettin' scared,
Cause the kid from Compton sellin like Sunny and Cher,
Mix tape awards came around, glad I was there,
To get my award, mix tape artist of the year,
Stepped on stage, and Justo let 'em know,
You might as well crown him the new king of the west coast,
A couple of months passed and we aint speak,
My sidekick went off (Justo Rest In Peace)
I let everybody from Snoop to Busta know,
A car crash just claimed the life of Justo,
They say the good die young, if ya know like I know,
Live ya life to the fullest one day we all gotta go.
(Game)
Give a moment of silence,
If you're wearing a Fiddy cap take it off,
If you driving, pull over to the side of the road,
We lost an underground legend,
Justo Faison,
Mix tape king,

[Lil Wayne]
Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go shoppin'
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars
Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin' we over here grindin'
You rap about money and a nigga might sign you
Rap about me and a nigga might find you
Banana in your ass with your head right behind you
Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him
You could holla at me or Feat
[The Game]
As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder shit
John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split
Surgical when I'm in a convertible state of mind
Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline
I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks
You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit
I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough
And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four
It's fucked up what they did so I'm on one knee
God bless the brother of rich fo'
Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin'
Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin'
Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the
Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's
Air Force One's in the Bentley GT
It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP
[Malice]
Ugh.. so much glamour that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice the chain xenon lamp ya
Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera
The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers
What's under the couch probably free off santa
Whatever it cost baby we got answers
Line outside full of jojo dancers
We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up anthem
By far the coldest '06 Lotus
Zero to sixty hokus-pokus
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast proposin' toast-es
Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit
And deep like the who too you cockroaches
Just like the flow the fo's ferocious

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
There's no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta
Look at what you niggas made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya faggot
Niggas aint no thugs
While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure it's got a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album 'cause that's where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing?
Nigga gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)
There's no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move.
Yayo: And I'd like to thank game 'cause he's mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn. a put together gangsta!
Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I don't see many men
Matter of fact I don't see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 times platinum wasn't part of his plan
Same shit same snitch
You know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
There's no batteries in my back
I show you Ñiggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint gangsta
Yayo aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you aint gangsta
(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G... NOT!
You bitch ass niggas
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This shit is R-E-A-L nigga!
Real nigga
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fucker
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
You somebodys son
You bitch ass Ñigga
I'ma catch up to your ass nigga
Muscle mouth ass bitch
That's alright though nigga
G-U-Not nigga
This is black wall street nigga
Tell me where you at
That's all we need to know nigga
Cus this is real nigga
This is the streets nigga
Brazil & Wilmington nigga
In case you didn't know nigga
That's right in the heart of COMPTON
You Bitch ass nigga
And Olivia
Get that mother fucking lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
' The fuck is wrong with you
My Ñiggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
Ima fuck you up nigga
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat nigga
In case you forgot nigga
Double!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a fuck
If you talk shit
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever

I'm Back....
Haha! Niggaz can't fuck with me man....
Niggaz is crazy, dogg. I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream nigga
I'ma do like Boo-Boo...
Diss niggaz right when they fucking album come out... and kill 'em!
Hear the breakdown,
Time to separate the men from the boys,
Take it straight to the bank, call it Christopher Lloyd,
Call it momma's little boy, or 50's little bitch,
The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch,
The protégé of a bitch, nigga softer than a TaYBO Kick,
You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks,
With no porno chicks, only porno dicks,
You Taladamore whore with them g-string drawers,
And so therefore, I declare war,
Outside violator, meet me at four ,
Young Buck stay back, Banks put this autograph
A jorge posada glove on and let's play catch!
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the niggaz riding in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for the shit on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot)
I'ma killa, Blackwall Gorilla,
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler,
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller,
40 glock killer, 40 GLOCC KILLER!
Ask Spider, I be creepin’ and crawlin’, spinning webs around you niggaz,
Stacking bread around you niggaz.
Every time you roll up, the feds around you niggaz,
I used to watch everything I said around you niggaz.
Twenty niggaz on the squad, that's twenty niggaz in the can,
That's twenty witnesses, twenty niggaz on the stand,
God damn, can someone tell them the street code,
The Game is to be sold, and not to be told
This ain't Dre and Suge or Beans and Hov
This is one bullet, one head, and one lost soul.
Wipe my fingerprints off, and the gun is tossed in with the fishes
Like you and Juice, I'm coming for Bishop, I'm gunning for Bishop,
I'm the king of this L.A. shit,
Tell me homie, is you Blood or Crip? Is you thug or bitch?
Cos the ese's say,
They don't never see holmes running round L.A..
Fake ass ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter
'For I put you in the trunk of this fucking low-rider.
Nigga you ain't nuttin' but Hittman in quicksand,
Got a deal cos you sucked a couple dicks, and
Turned your back on Delany and Jimmy Henchman,
Just take this as a warning, don't flinch, man.
Wear your rag, you from 1-9-0? No!
You know Pap, do you bang east coast? No!
Have you ever hopped 1-6-4? No!
Do the hood feel your wackass flow? No!
So sit your lil' ass down somewhere,
'For I have them niggaz sit yo' ass down somewhere,
In the ground somewhere, outta town somewhere,
Breakin news, body has been found somewhere,
Now back to the video, look at these silly muh'fuckers,
Y'all some silly muh'fuckers; "I say Hands Up,
Shorty wanna kick it with me"
Get that wack shit of BET,
Turn the channel, all Black Lambo,
Red and black flannel, speakers in the trunk,
With more humps then a camel,
Man, I'm sayin, I ain't playin, I'm sprayin',
Any nigga in your clique that ever yelled that shit
(Gunshot) Muh'fucker, that's for Yayo and Buck
(Gunshot) That's for Hot Rod promotional truck
(Gunshot) That's for Kanye, and beefin' with Puff
(Gunshot) Tell the nigga that's behind you, Duck!
Gunshot) I'ma killa, Blackwall Gorilla,
Any clip filler, Mobb Deep cap peeler.
I'm realer, the hollow-tip driller,
The rap Godzilla, the Lloyd Banks killer! (Gunshot)
In the diablo, under the tent,
Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cent?
When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant,
Now I understand, it's starting to make sense.
Now the whole world know why I took the 'I' out of G-Unit,
And replaced it with a muthafuckin 'O'
Remember when you told me "Meet you on the top" nigga?
Check the soundscan, guess who on top, nigga!
Fake-ass king of New York, you need to stop, nigga,
Cos you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga,
Take your steroids, show me what you got, nigga!
You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga,
Last I heard you sucking on cocks, nigga,
Nobody know cos they don't see you on the blocks, nigga
Cos you be in the pre-sync with the cops, nigga
Your whole staff, with a badge and a glock nigga
Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop niggas,
On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters,
All in the streets, talkin 'bout you shot niggas,
Then you went in New York Times, takin cop pictures,
I exposed you niggas and put out Stop Snitchin',
When the last time you seen 'em with some hot bitches?
See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot bitches?"
Check the Adam's Apple, nigga them is not bitches,
You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun,
Just bow down nigga, accept the Don,
Nobody wanna be a hero when the Tech is strong,
Their transformers folding up like decepticons,
Niggaz bust like pipes when the pressure on,
See that light flash when the desert eagle at your dome,
Every rapper know from now, I'ma set the tone,
Niggaz real hard body 'til they head is gone,
Here come the demons, cos they know that you dead and gone,
Some niggaz just don't get it, 'til you at the throne.
Niggaz can't fuck with me nigga!
100 Bars, nigga! I do 100 bars every muthafuckin day of the week, nigga!
That's 700 bars a week, nigga! On this fucking underground rap shit, nigga.
I can't be fuckin stopped. Period, nigga.
The Game, nigga. West Coast Don. Black Wallstreet, nigga.
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas!
I'm talkin to all you niggas!
I can't be faded, nigga. Niggaz don't want it with me, nigga.
It's just me, muthafuckas!
And I'm pissed off.
Got me all on the front of the muthafuckin mixtape.
In a fuckin stripper outfit, nigga, with some g-strings on.
That ain't me, muthafuckas! This is me, muthafuckas!
Yeah! Doctor's Advocate, in stores November 7th.
Cop it when I drop it, nigga.
G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unot!

(feat. Techniec)
[The Game:]
Aye 50, get them niggaz some iced out badges to go with them used cars you bought 'em nigga
I am the West Coast nigga, and ain't shit that can change that, hahahaha
[Chorus: The Game]
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 1: The Game]
Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco
Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold
Red spokes on my low low, oh no
Nigga call the po po, Game got a fo fo
Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so
Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang
Whats a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang
A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain
Now he running with the po po, nigga even BO know
50 starts singing like KC and JoJo
Catch me slippin nigga I hope so
You wanna go to war, we can do it on both coasts
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Techniec]
We loadin up clips, handin out slugs
Out the 645 sittin on dubs
With some real crips, and some real bloods
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
High in the air, got the wrist freeze up
Same nigga that don't bang
But you could back ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame
While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain
They say we movin like an organized street gang
All hues of blue, all shades of flame
New west coast we doin the damn thang
This year we make power moves
With O.G.'s that been home, niggaz still bathe in their shower shoes
Grown full, I never move how a coward move
Never heard of defeat bitch, I don't know how to lose
Thought it would end, but it seems we ain't done
Boy wagin war on the coast he ain't from
Tryin to pit niggaz against us, cancel Christmas
It'll be a lot of sense ?
[Chorus: The Game]
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 3: The Game]
See Game in the streets, see Game with his chain hangin
Hood tatted on his neck, nigga I'm gangbangin
Blood, this is Piru, nigga I told y'all
*Menace to Society*, never met O-Dog
Time for the roll call, homies come in handy
Taeda and Row from Mafia, Big-Y from the Family
BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that's Titta-Rock
Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block
Don't fuck with me homies, I know Jova from T-Flats
Downa from the 18th Streets let the heat clap
Tre-D from Insane, Bg Woody from Nutty Block
Main Streets got Dell-Dogg, Wood, and Stutter Box
Got this motherfucker locked, try to move how I do
Might run into Wacko from West Side Piru
K-Dog, and T-Money, Mansfield Thugs
2-Ts and Du-Dog from Bounty Hunter Bloods
Magic from Avalon, Twin from Santana
Bird from Hoover know for the Orange Bandana
Rick James from Fruit Town, Bam in the Denver Lanes
Big-T, East Coast Crip Gang
Big Fish from 1-9, DUB C from 1-11
Big Sharp from Playboy, J-Box from 9-7
Candy Man from Swans, Steve from PJ Watts
You call 'em G-Unit Crips, I call 'em cops
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas

(Mario)
Just me and you girl... Woaaahhhhhh
(Game)
She leave her hair in the sink
She leave her hair on the floor
Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more
She wear a scarf, Louis V to be exact
It's a wrap, messing up her wrap, blowing out her back
Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front
On my mama nigga, I be gone for months
I come back
(Mario)
And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight
(Game)
I'mma lick in circles now.
(Mario)
Tell me what that feel like
(Game)
Feels like when you try them red bottoms on
It feels like the song cause we all the way gone.
Between me and you, do anything for old girl
Like hit it in the morning, yeah, Cole World
(Hook - Mario)
Baby you're the one
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
Cause we done did that
Tryna find the one
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
We gonna be all the way gone
We gonna be all the way gone
(Wale)
She call me all the time, I ain't no regular Joe
I be staying at the Roosevelt more than Marilyn goes
I'm messing bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some Foams
Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke
TC's is on her person I'm aware that you know
And you know the flow, they jack it, I'm apparently cold, you know
Life's lemons is bitter, I need another fruit
She know we can't elope, look at what honey do
Straight G thing, double M G thing
Weed they can't fuck with, I'm puffin A.C. Green
When I peep in the public, bet I'm leaving with something
And I'm so fly I make some homebodies? leave the luggage
Shout out Donny Sublime
Shout out Bobby on Hundreds
Not too many is touching, double M G this summer
The RED album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
I know Mario's on the hook, but I was playing Duck Hunt
(Hook - Mario)
(Game)
Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone
Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone
And you ain't doing nothing wrong
But killing the competition in that Cosabella thong
Turn to the side, let me see them thighs
Profile, damn I'm digging your style, we can start slow now
Then speed it up, this playing in the background
While I beat it up - I beat it up
(Mario)
Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long
We gon make it to the bedroom, I like the guest room
You can pick the next room
Put the camera on the tripod, got me playing on your iPod
I know you feeling me on my job: Director
(Game)

Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what else to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'm a get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
That's like MJG with no 8Ball
I don't wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample your old shit, I don't know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I'm just mad he ain't here to hop ont he R.E.D album
I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, that's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he's a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle's cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it's my turn I hope I never know

Is it Louie V or is it Gucci
Who set new trends, who set new trends
Is it …, is it …
Who set new trends, who set new trends
I’m glad I survive how you let me out die, I set new trends,
Black .., black .., but I have …b*tches ..fourty five ..I let my shorty ..
..seven fifty, seven ..I set new trends,
…cuz we set new trends, I brought my …just twenty eleven …
…kept up to the …..give it the ten …
I’m setting new trends.
Ohhh, uhh
Is it .., or big bodies ..
Who set new trends, who set new trends
Is it .., or is it …is it …
Who set new trends, who set new trends.
Used to …cuz I had to…
On the west…nigga I’m a …
F*ck the ..better ..cuz we’re down like ..
Call me back ..you’re tryin ..
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
..and again, Los Angeles who set new trends, who set new trends
…how many niggas sleep outside …
How many niggas …
Is it …is it …me and a little ..who set the trends
Jimmy .. boots, I got them …. who set the trends
We set the trends
And everything I got is real, all natural but not quite Lauryn Hill
..some b*tces ..and then I blow the …
Me …express me ..tryin to catch me if you can
… come and ..but nigga it depends (on what?)
Nigga you set the trends.
Is it ..or ..I’m with ya,
We set the trends, we set the trends,
Is it black berry …or is it my space, facebook
We set the trends

Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'm a fuck her 'til the springs break
Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winnin
And my four door looking real photogenic
Jam 'em on the tire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3, 000
From the P houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black car, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got [?], bitch [?]
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no [?]
But they yellin'...
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap [?]
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work the work at your residence...
... For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay

[Intro]
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!
[Verse 1]
Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
Like the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
Diamonds cover Versace
When The Game on, the whole world sit down and watch me
The takeover
The new Jay Hova
Like I dove
In the pot
And got
Mixed with bakin' soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but im not from +Philly+
But its a whole lotta +cheese+ at +steak+, the beef killed it
I'm about to blaze, bungee jump off a building with no rope
The Game ain't no joke
That Bruce Wayne shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin' Game
I'm Superman
I leap over tall buildings
If a nigga touch my millions
Yeah you gotta see Superman
You see this "S" on my vest?
And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's Superman
Faster than a speedin' bullet
When I pull it
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
[Verse 2]
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin' from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin' on the stocks
Cover the California plates and park the shit around the block
Jump out the phone booth wit infrared's on the glocks
On some Call of Duty shit, a real life Xbox
My flow is python
A snake with ice on
Marble floors through the mansion just to roll my dice on
Hennessy'd up Coca Cola chasin' at my superpowers
You fuckin' cowards
That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out
Pull Shaq's Escalade out
Motherfucker it's
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin' Game
I'm Superman
I leap over tall buildings
If a nigga touch my millions
Yeah you gotta see Superman
You see this "S" on my vest?
And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's Superman
Faster than a speedin' bullet
When I pull it
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
[Verse 3]
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
Parelli's all armored up
And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy Duck
Wave cap
Cover my waves hollow tip cover my ass
Face covered by my army surplus ski mask
Welcome to Vietnam
Dump the chronic ash in the bomb
The phantom ash trays
The last days
Of Saddam
I was greasin' my palms
Like the D-boys do
Box it like Tarver, nigga i can see Roy, too
X-ray vision, I can see a decoy too
I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out like Detroit do
Yeah, die haters
I'm leapin' over sky scarpers
Like five Lakers
When it come to my paper
And I wont stop 'til i can buy Vegas
You fuckin' with The Man of Steel, a.k.a.
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's the motherfuckin' Game
I'm Superman
I leap over tall buildings
If a nigga touch my millions
Yeah you gotta see Superman
You see this "S" on my vest?
And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It's Superman
Faster than a speedin' bullet
When I pull it
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
[Outro]
Yeah motherfuckers
Me and Just Blaze in this motherfucker
Sky High on you niggaz
Yeah I'm from Compton
Stop askin' me if I still live in the hood, nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' millionaire, I had to move, nigga
Know where I live now?!
In the motherfuckin' sky
And all you punk ass niggaz that hatin' me
Sweepin' dirt on my mothafuckin' name
Know what I'ma do to you niggaz?!
Nothin'
I'ma fly up, up and away on you punk ass niggaz
Yeah
G4 status
Black Wall, Black Wall yeah
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha

feat. Lil Scrappy
[CHORUS - Game (Lil Scrappy)]
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
And if a nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And I aint in no game
Even if you role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your beat up
Im rockin with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
You look lame
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2 - Game]
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know the heat sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down?
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
[CHORUS]
[Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)]
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
[CHORUS]

nigger don't want with the bjs
don't wanna see niggers on my asshole
especially when i ride with the
what you got to .. on the gas floor
wait keep that door
don't climb to the window run to the back door
black out with the black out bass four
blass for give them .. is for
enemies are murder yo
ok i break up in the morning sun
being on my stunner shades
rocket light once that i am feeling smoking yesterday
.. in the drive looking like a cheesecake
strawberry .. buy the stuff .. cheesecake
looking they go clean .. red shoes zone
looking like .. mother fucker come get it
tell them that we run the city
i see my nigger gucci say..
and mother fuckers say .. took them out of

Yea, daaamn
You hear that shit?
Fuck is that?
Lil Wayne: The Cartel
Mr. what you got in that trunk?
Game verse:
Sittin on 28's
Stevie Wonder notice that I'm back on them low pros
could bring out the low low
but I been ridin big shit since my first solo
that's a whole lot of platinum, Interscope movin boxes
violate my probation I'm supposed to be Detoxin
still smokin like to S-N double O-P
D-O double O-G
nigga I'm rollin down Crenshaw boulevard ego trippin
33's on the Hummer, we call it Scott Pippin
is it that nigga that wont stop shinning
grinding, 9 in my lining
money on my mind and
I'm rollin with strong arm steady
cause I'm strong arm steady
keep my strong arm steady for any clique or squad
I hit em like A Rod
when the police pull over my car

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!
Oh, oh, oh!
In search for the pot of gold!
[Verse 1 - Game]
'Bout there right now
About to have an extra?
Searching for a pot of gold like a lepricon,
They say death comes in three, two next in line,
I lost a best friend for the second time.
Now I'm on the quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my business when it's
You don't understand, I'm misunderstood,
Get in the smoke two more hours, then I'm done for good.
So ten million records ain't mean the hood,
It's a cold world, everybody in the hood
And everybody doing time, staying here strong,
You still got a chance to let, even though you did wrong.
[Chorus - Chris Brown]
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!
[Verse 2 - Game]
Sometimes I try to do good,
But I just can't be!
It's hard to get myself to do things that ain't be.
You all should thank me,
But my haters try to send me home early,
But you came home to?
I ain't a saint, Bee, I ain't Gaga,
I ain't the angel leader but I try harder.
I'm like light for my soldiers at war,
I sit back and watch the ashes on my Sedan fall.
[Chorus - Chris Brown]
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!
Oh, see the thing about all of us,
We never know just what we find.
[Chorus - Chris Brown]
All this bright light is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home!
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never try to follow that rainbow
In search for the pot of gold!

[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours
[Verse 1: Nipsey]
When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression, but you can't wait for your blessing
Model bitches stip naked, while I sip on this Texas
I'm pushing this German, jesus piece on my neclace
These niggas gon' test ya, and these bitches is reckless
And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo' taxes
All the questions they askin', all the cameras that's flashin'
All the stress that come with it, it's like you hustling backwards
If you ain't breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday
And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play
When you the first one in yo' fam to have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave
Now, and now you a star on the stage
And once they cut on them lights, no turning ‘em off, that's part if the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive, the price that we pay, that's why I.
[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours
[Verse 2: The Game]
Clip tossin', since niggas is brick flossin'
Now the bloods wit' Slauson so niggas go get coffins
Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often
Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston
Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
It's kush, bitch quit coughin', my six got streets talkin'
Timbo, this shit scorchin', got Bloods and Crips walkin'
It's Nip, so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mayne
And Nickerson's Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson
My flow somethin' like Nassir, I should put a pause here
...Run and tell them niggas the God's here
This California kush got me in God's ear
We got them Ace of Spades, but ain't no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamars here, Nip
[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]

Since Big aint here, I'mma do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave for Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
All the girls that hold it down, gettin' beat on by their man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end
And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim
There's missin' women out there, let's just focus on them
This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway
I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day
I know she gone, but she aint far away
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar ‘Ye
I'm about to tell a story, everybody parlay
Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way
My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day
So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way
When police came our way, my daddy had his act on
Like it never happened: (Broadway)
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you
Now my mama good, nigga, she ain't gotta deal wit' ya
You want some money? Nigga I aint get a deal wit' ya
You aint sayin' nothin', you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathing air cause
You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont)
If you dont, you gon' really love us (I said I wont)
Please don't use us, don't
Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian
With some girls that say they models, but hmm... I don't believe ‘em
Who's still gettin' tested?
Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with?
Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list?
But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with
Do it girl, I'll be your King, be a Queen Latifah
I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa
I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of
You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly
A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly
Her hearts a lil' chilly, she a little too carefree
In 10 years, who's paying for all that therapy
Umm, nigga not me!
Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Most of the shit I say is true
When I'm done with bad bitches I'm coming straight to you
Good girl
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon' really love us
Please don't use us, don't
Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin' Basketball Wives
Like ugh, them is basketball wives?
Only cute one, Gloria, thats my nigga Matt Barnes chick
Can't swim in that poon fool, thats a crucial conflict
Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with
And never buy a chick a bag on the first day
Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday
And tell her ass, get on
That type of shit'll get you spit on
I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls
Like “hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world”
“Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl”
She walking round the club all lost like “where is he, girl?”
He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce
Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray
Thats your girl, nigga go on make her cry
Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche, like “Lets ride”
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont make the good girls go bad, no
Don't make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon' really love us
Please don't use us, don't
Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man
And thats my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them dimes went
So I can get em fitted,
let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas
Yeah I'm married to the game
And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood

(feat. JT)
(The Game)
Niggaz don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck
How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out
breathe easy nigga they tryin to get them bullets out
It was all good a week ago, you was callin shots in the hood
Bitch now you so {?} the hood
Used to be a gang leader, now your gang need ya
But no more rocks or dope spots in the hood
Ghost town, niggaz won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggaz is talkin to Suge
You cats gon' get with that, or get with the +Mac+
And I ain't talkin 'bout +Beans+, talkin 'bout this gat
The kid still a hundred miles and runnin
Niggaz smoke 10 boxes of Newports, when they know I'm comin
And fuck MTV, I live in +The Real World+
Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause
(Chorus 2X: JT)
Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas
Fuckin with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese
You know J cats, like to sell you dreams
And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything)
(JT)
It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot
No questions, I'm takin my spot
Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop
JT, and the Game is hot
It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary
When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry
Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters
Man, show me the money then, pay me man
It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes
Mink coats and diamond clusters
West coast we nothin but hustlers
We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools
Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back

[The Game]
I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood
Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One: The Game]
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Don't know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
[The Game]
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now
And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One + Chorus Two]
[The Game]
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One + Chorus Two]
[Nate Dogg]
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare

West Coast,
The Doctors Advocate.
{ 1- The Game}
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga,
Sippin on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga,
The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94',
So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94',
And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop,
I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak,
at the mudafukn Detox, Take no?????,
And let the world know the west is ridin' again,
I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class,
Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass,
Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it,
And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it,
I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that,
5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that,
Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64',
When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.
{ 2- Snoop Dogg}
Check game, im'a show you how to bang,
Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game,
All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang,
A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring,
I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back,
My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack,
Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that,
Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back
Im in the club, with the snub, getting' love,
with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods,
And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll,
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg,
I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched,
Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back,
What I look like the mudafukin Police,
It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
Especially when it comes to this Cali shit,
And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch,
Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip,
On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.
{ 3- Xzibit}
Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fukin with the red rag niggas,
On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean),
Chea from what I seen, red and blue can make green,
Black wallstreet and X-o-leen,
Since jelousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence,
Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence,
California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
We low ridin' together (YEAH!)
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's B's and C's represent your letter,
Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss,
We gangster at all costs, yall niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off,
For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off,
This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough)
Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang,
Bang the coast my nigga.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,

[The Game]
Yo Bus, I think I got... the answer to all my problems...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you talkin' bout, n***a, what's that?
[The Game]
Belevedere... and Banana Snapple [hiccoughs]
[Busta Rhymes]
Look... get your fuckin' ass up, n***a, you over here trippin' on yourself, n***a, you get in the fuckin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!
[The Game]
I'm a man... and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you talkin about, n***a, come on, n***a, let's take yo' ass to the crib, n***a, you tired, n***a. And put the drink down, n***a! We gotta go, n***a!
[The Game]
One more shot...
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la...
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[The Game]
[Verse 1]
Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,
But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,
Remember, I'm from Compton too,
I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,
I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,
I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,
I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,
Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,
Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,
Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,
So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,
I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do.
If every n***a hated him, for that black bitch track,
And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la...
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[The Game]
[Verse 2]
I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,
You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,
Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,
I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,
And even though sometimes I run loose,
You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,
I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,
But you told me it was okay to say 'Fuck the police!',
Now it's my turn to carry the torch,
And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,
Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?
I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!
Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,
Thinking 'What the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la...
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3]
See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,
The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n***a,
Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,
But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,
See when I first met my n***a, son was laying in the cut,
Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,
Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,
I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck,
And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,
I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,
You gave him something that could make or break a n***a you should face it,
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,
With the potential to be a strong n***a with conviction,
The only problem was our little n***a wouln't listen,
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like La, la, la...
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, La, la, la...
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, n***a!
[The Game]
I'm up man, I'm up...
[Busta Rhymes]
We at your crib, n***a, get the fuck outta the car, n***a, get up, man!
[The Game]
This ain't my house... my house is... is green!
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you talk- look, come on, n***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a!
[The Game]
I got love for you, Bus', you my n***a...
[Busta Rhymes]
Nig get in the fucking bed, n***a, go to sleep, n***a, you tired, n***a. And don't fucking drink like that no more, man, you fucking look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker...
[The Game]
Just goin to the studio...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Laughing] Go to sleep, n***a...

(Verse 1: Game)
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit
Empty jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit
The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit
Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit
Dippin' a 4 though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
I've been hard since I was solo
Niggas feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and push your shit back like some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip then like Nash when I'm dippin
Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written
(Hook)
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
(Verse 2: Game)
I see the cops in the rearview, why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill
For real, I think my first album sold 5 mil'
And you say to yourself "He's broke"
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this bitch mouth
When did we start taking these tricks out?
Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
You had her all up in the wind
Blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuitton, and now that bitch is in the wind
And after the next draft, she gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that bitch when she with him?
Come again cause
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Big Boi)
Daddy Fat Sax, if my balls are on your chin, then can you tell me where my dick's at?
Gag order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice
Motherfucker, call me massa, cause I runs the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses If they disrespect the presentation
Below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basis, never missin' pimpin'
You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone
Light years, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs
Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home
But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books
A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village
(Hook)
(Verse 4: E-40)
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter
I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler
You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
But I used to flea flick that yola white
Sellin' that shit below the retail price
I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right
Desperado like Toriono, shout out to Dynamite
I got my red cup, and some green
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
My nigga let my hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s

Aka as "Strip Club" / "Let's ride (Strip Club)" - dirty version /uncensored.
(Verse 1)
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
The D's is chrome, the frame is black.
(So watch it lift up)
Till the motherf**ker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims,
Shit, let the chronic burn as the daytons spin.
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, 'long as it got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
(Verse 2)
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the bitches at,
You f**king on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move bitch! Who the f**k you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
Take a picture with him, and you gotta f**k me,
Then you gotta f**k Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got sumthin on my waist say you can't touch Eve,
That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.
(So nigga twist up)
Light another dub,
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,
I f**k a different bitch seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
(Verse 3)
Niggaz thought I wasn't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf**king top down,
I'm The Game, nigga
Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherf**king drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.
{When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you came with me,
(We gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P.
It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
Motherf**ker, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,

(Hook)
Walkin down the street in my All-Stars
In my khaki suit, doin' what I do
Walkin down the street, smokin chronic
In my black lokes, lookin at you
(Verse 1)
Guess who's back on the West Coast tracks
It's the mothafuckin messiah of gangsta rap
Still dippin in 64's, still puffin on the same chronic
Haters mad 'cause I still got it
I never fall off even without the Doc
You niggas sellin your soul tryin to stay on top
Bitch nigga, check your Kotex
You niggas ain't movin shit like the hand on a fake-ass rolex
I'm five million sold
The cover of my last album the only time you see me sittin on gold
I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated,
Most loved, and the mothafuckin most hated,
Keep rollin like gold daytons
You niggas got the game fucked up like Hennessey with a coke chaser
You gotta deal with me, I'm the west coast savior
Niggas think of me every time they 64 scrape
(Some dude)
What do you call a nigga who's overbearing, belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful?
You call that nigga the +Doctor's Advocate+
He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his heyday in the worst way
The five star surgeon general
Took Jay-Z to the alchem lab and gave him a blood test that
Came back G-A-M-E positive
The niggas infected with the game virus
Is over-rhetorical is so impeccable
That niggas in the street call him sarge
The young is down with violence
In his heart he's retired
It's not a game, it's just called a game
There'll be no referees, no half-time reports
When the game is over, the game is over
You can't put a card in the machine and get three more men
That's the end
(Hook)
I be walkin' down the street in my All-Stars
In my khaki suit, doin' what I do
Walkin down the street smokin chronic
In my black lokes, lookin' at you
(Verse 2)
I done been to hell and back, left for dead,
You know who to thank for that
Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't take my plaques
I'm the mothafuckin snare when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet
I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E
Product of my environment
You old ass niggas get ready for your early retirement
Before I let hip-hop burn down I'll run in the buildin' like a fireman
Who can outspit me when I'm high off sticky
Throwin back Patron shots in some creased-up Dickies
I'm DOC certified, Ice Cube lynch man,
Snoop stamped me and the good Doc hand picked me,
You still with me?
Me and my mic can't be separated like Interscope and, ha ha...
Oh, shit
Some good ass mothafuckin weed
That California sticky green
This is the aftermath of the Aftermath...

[Intro: Mele]
{FIRE!} Ooooh-nooo
Now that I'm paid, yeahh
Oooooh-whooooo~!
[Rick Ross:]
Ridin in a cab, but I'm dreamin of a slab
Fifteen ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten nice chains, "Prince" like "James"
The day I made the stack in the trap my life changed
Y'all rides swingaz; we ride Daytons
It don't matter where you from (uhh) haters stay hatin
Keep the windows tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow is major
In the old school, off M-codes of Kroger's
Started with a crumb, and turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn - I'm the shit (ha!)
Razor flip things, age of fifteen (hello!)
Parked the Chevy in that thang, glazed like Krisp' Kreme
Rolls on the wrist when the shows ain't exist
Now my money long enough to put the 4's on the 6 (BOSS!)
[Chorus: Mele]
I pulled up front to the club
With the do's in the sky (and now that I'm paid)
I shut down the mall like a boss
Cause I gotta be fly (and now that I'm paid, yeah)
Pop all the bottles I want
Models I want, to hit 'em and do it cause
I'm gettin all of this money
Ain't nobody gon' stop me, now that I'm paid
[The Game:]
Duffels full of Franklins, carpoolin with Boss
Army medal on that burgundy Ghost, fuck what it cost
Umbrellas in the doors, Audemars in the dash
Wale in that Ferrari but this Phantom on his ass~!
We gon' spend this money, it's whatever, let them things pop
Kids gon' be aight cause daddy invested in WingStop
Money and residuals comin like it's a ritual
Drinking this liquid money, them bottles gon' be invisible
Fuck the rest of you petty cash niggaz, I'm invincible
Glocks identical, remove niggaz from the physical
Smokin that dual exhaust; flossin, fuckin them haters
And finger fuckin the waitress while sippin this Ace of Spades
I'm throwin money for nothin, Hawaiian kush I be puffin
Sharin hoes with my crew while these other niggaz be cuffin
Know she love that money game, stay fuckin with double M
Think a nigga 'bout to put her in that bubble Benz
Don't let the devil in!
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Mele]
Fuck you niggaz, we've got all these hoes
(We got all these hoes)
All this money, let me put you on
(All this money in my hand)
I said fuck you niggaz
We got all these hoes
All this money, let me put you on
(Let me put you on)

Jacob sold me my first couple pieces
I was killing niggas who misunderstood what diseased is
Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it
Driving Scott Storch's Bugatti ‘fore they released it
Drop The Documentary, rockin' khakis with creases
Dope and hip hop, it resurfaced with some leeches
Ten times platinum, now I'm chillin' where the beach is
Time to show the world what a motherfuckin' beast is
Blanca, bullet proof cars in Sri Lanka
12 years old, on his shoulder, a rocket launcher
10 thousand miles away, there's an owner of a corner store
A white man walks in, spit shinin' his Audemar
While somewhere in Africa, Jo-Burg and Congo is goin' to war
Rebels enslavin' they own people, diggin' water or
Get murdered ‘cus that choppa is a carnivore
He found one and stole it, now the village tryna find that boy
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
How you sellin' the shit our people is diggin' for
Diamonds, cotton, that belong to niggas though
LeBron and Durantula gave America a look at gold
And what you give us back, is another fucking liquor store
And we need blunts, so we walk in that motherfucker
Money in the safe, so we in that motherfucker
But you can't forget the tape, tryna pin a motherfucker
DEA ain't got a case, I'mma win that mothercuker
And it ain't about the Chinese, dude, I eat Chinese food
Where you think Michael Jordan find these shoes
We robbin' each other for ‘em, think I should hide these jewels
Run up on you in broad day with them Siamese 2's
But nah, Mandela did 28 straight
Without a fucking complaint, put a afro on a saint
Put a wig on a judge, put a nigga in some chains
Over change, kill him, lethal injection inside his veins
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Brutus killed Ceasar
And Judas killed Jesus
John Wilkes Boothe killed Lincoln
And you thought he freed slaves, what the fuck was you thinkin'
Nigga fuck Lincoln
I'm rolling up kush in my Lincoln, now let it sink in
Rolled against Obama now you divin' in the deep end
I'd rather take my chances at this water fountain drinkin'
Where the fuck is the loyalty, knock these niggas fuckin' teeth in
In the hood singin' like they Aubrey or The Weeknd
Pull that tile from under that door, and let it seep in
There's a lot of shit I Don't Like, so bring Chief Keef in
I don't like these phony ass jewelers with that fake shit
Overcharging niggas an arm and leg just to make shit
And you wonder why we take shit, y'all put us on slaveships
That's the reason we hate shit, rob my own niggas for them
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds

Hook]
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
[Verse 1: The Game]
Young Stunna, young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it's gon' be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That's Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot's sick, I'm ill
I got a milli in my louie
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louie, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I'm the king like James
Headed to the Game, Red Challenger today
Throwin' up red flags like I'm challenging the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I'm all about my cake: red velvet
You can't help it, gotta see what I got
It's like Ripley's: Believe it or Not, you tell me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm a Beast, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it decaff
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable?
Bitch, I'm higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya: Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life's a bitch and mine a diva
Point the biggest skeptic out I make 'em a believer
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Baby]
Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
Ya understand, acres on that new land
Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb'
P-p-p-ssy poppin' bullshit
Bullshit aint shit nigga we the shit
We the business, Louie on every trip
Holiday everyday on the YM ship
Cause everyday my sun shine
Candy paint on the Harley making headlines
Belee dat
We good with this cake homie
Belee dat, we ride every day homie

(The Game talking)
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the f**ked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin
(Verse 1: The Game)
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your britches
Two gold albums not make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
Come get me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot
(Chorus: The Game)
Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek
(Verse 2: The Game)
See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
F**k around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
'cause all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
(Chorus: The Game)
Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek
(Verse 3: The Game)
It took me a little while but I am now understandin
Jay f**ked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out f**k Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik Cox
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast
(Chorus: The Game)
Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek

Look momma, I'm a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can't suck dick but I'm a teach ya
Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I'm a keep 'er
And she can't miss school so I fuck 'er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin' wet
I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin', off that potion we be
bongin'
We be smokin', we be joinin' till they keep their party
goin'
I'll be high, I'll be low, you try to row a bitch,
let's go
If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my
jawn
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)
And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy, Jordan's and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna
fuck me but I'm a make 'er fuck my man now
Poppin' bottles like new year's eve and we standin' on
the couch screamin' pussy money weed
In the club blowin' trees so these bitches wanna leave
And she ain't even trippin', daddy spendin' on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It's a party in her mouth and I'm her nuts so I'm
invited
I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a
riot
Got that cush in my pocket and I'm selling like a
parent ah
Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus?
It's a party at the crib and it's private
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)
Ah, that's all I know about in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou'
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka game a new song
Fuckin' relief, they don't know I'm with the fam
Ridin' 'round in my city
Smoked out I'm driftin'
Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin'
bailin'
That bitch fuckin', she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin'
I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I'm just handlin' this grown man Dennis boy
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed

Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl made the towers fall, 911 Porsches
Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Niggas got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping 'tron out the Stanley cup, I don't give a fuck
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs, named my little nigga King
Meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Raise your glass for the last of the kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rollies cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it's spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nigga
My SC430 was a drop nigga
Go figure, this nigga play Go Fish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs cause what I sold made her nose itch
(YEAGHHHHH!) it's the king being crowned
Watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God!)
It's sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo!)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through (YEAGHHHHH!)
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Rose petals at my feet when I'm stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin' like a slave where them pies get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stold
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up
Like Jesus Shuttlesworth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going 'round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring, do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them P's I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can't be bought, she's a winner
Fly 'em south for the winter make it back home for dinner
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king

Got to get out more
Get in the place
Got to work out more
And sort out my face
I've got all the 'zines that tell me what to eat
And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don't have the time to get all worked up
About the year on the street
And it's not my fault, I can find my way
Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day
I've been here too long, do I have to change
Into what it takes
To make it number one?
I feel out of favour
I don't look like a picture
You think I'm a loser,
But I can see through you
You're running around like you're running the country
I know that you think that you've got one on me
Ear to the ground, like the boy about town
Can't get nothing to fit me
And it's not my fault, I can find my way
Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day
I've been here too long, do I have to change
Into what it takes
To make it number one?
Got a call from an old friend, used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Sold his house, sold his car
Bought a ticket to the West Coast

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 shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa 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 that 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
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
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?
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
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
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'
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

[Game - Verse 1]
What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I'm just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain't gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don't care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don't like Canada we some f-ckin heathens
Game can't watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono
[Game: Verse 2]
The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it's here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC's dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don't wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will
[Yelawolf: Verse 3]
Never I thought I'd see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can't wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it's cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I'm John Wayne in Geronimo
So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball
Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin' in God
And leavin' my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn't see until I was nailed to it for believin' at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I'm a redneck? F-CK YOU tatted on my neck
I'll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep

Ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength aftermath
Straight out the mothafuckin' streets of Compton
Put your hands together for game bitch
Yeah, mothafuckas, Compton's back on the mothafuckin' map
Aftermath in that ass bitch, game let's go
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 it's hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist
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
So they callin' us
We ain't goin' no where so fuck you
We ain't goin' no where so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same it's changing yo new Game
You're now about to witness the power
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
We ain't goin' nowhere so fuck you
We ain't goin' nowhere so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same it's changing to new Game
You're now about to witness the power
Low get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em 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 it's hot when it's 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
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same its changin' to new Game

That Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggas know it's game
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right,
that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten,
I'll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigga
poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from
that dope man
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit
the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie break that down, and we gon roll it
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga Randall
I know she ain't trying to hit that
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit
the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)

Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Nigger with 25 million
And these on my happy they just call me cha chi
I had the bitches since eight grade rocking Cerotti
Cause now I got bitches wake up in a limo in a Bugatti
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
These bitches that came with this Gucci
And now all my niggers is rocking
I fuck with Drake in LA
Cause a nigger can't get in Toronto
Rock leather so much that my cousin
Think there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace Versace
Is all on my chain
Medusa is all on my neck
And I'm rocking this snakes on my plane
Walking in Louie and Gucci
And spending so much that I'm going insane
My head be spending like linen
And I never fuck with
I'm turned up
Ties up like a motherfucker burnt up
On the day boy ride through the hood with my nigger
Careful watch a nigger set fire on you bitch
A-game get fire on these bitches one time
Lie bass nigger local ass bitch
I'm balling in year cargo
Your girl go aww
I pull up the deuces and I throw up the deuces
Put on my chains
MCM MCM MCM that shouldn't rock
These niggers be whack as a bitch
But they get away with it all of the time
Four is Versace I am the king
Like I wanna beg you to cup on my jeans
You can ask Migos we balling with egos
Versace Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm illuminati
This is a gated community
Please get the fuck off the property
That must be changing
Cause I'm at the top
And no one be topping me
Niggers be warning
But that's not a swag on me
I think I'm selling a million for sweet
Man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto
But sometimes I feel
Like Atlanta adopted us
What the talk is you talking bout
Saw this shit coming like I had binoculars
Versace Versace
We stay at the mansion
When we in Miami
The pillows Versace
The sheets are Versaqce
I just want a Grammy
I'm in so pride I got the world
Like what is he planning?
Just make sure that you got a back up plan
Cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label the album is coming September
Just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food on my table
Got so many plates on it
Putting the CD on my house
Like damn I look good on it
my shit on you nigger
Don't ask for my take on it
My nigger that trap had to bend over
This for my nigger that call on Fernando to move the piano
Fuck are you feeling cause business is business
It's strictly financial
I'm always the first when you get in
Man that's how you lead by example
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Point in New York as they got in
They calling me Papi
I'm all in the low
Take a famous girl out
With no paparazzi
I'm trying to give Halle Berry a baby
And no one could stop me
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
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Versace Versace
Versace Versace
Versace Versace
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Versace Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm illuminati
I know that you like it
Versace on wrist
And my neck is so sloppy
Versace Versace
I'm loving Versace up the top of my Audi
He give me a douzen I know that they mighty
Your shirt Versace
Your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drown silk
I told her it's Versace
See the plan on my sleeve
But I ain't been to jungle
Versace Versace
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Versace
You can do to it?
It's worth to me
I set the trend
You niggers copy
Looking and watchng
Looking the dough like I'm working robotic
Looking and watching blow..like some
Damn I roll my sheet Versace
These niggers go once that they know you
My is setting exclusive
Look like me mike
Lotta you nigger they got it
Call that Versace Versace
Versace Versace
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Versace Versace
King of Versace
Medusa my wifey
Got dress on my mind
And she dressing so nicely
This gold on my
My money my mission
These bitches be kissing my diamonds
Call and sipping Versace
I'm drained up in gold
Handcuffs that's Ferragamo
I think I'm the Dom
Can't go back no more
Versace myI'm selling them both
It took up my soul
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Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95′s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma “won't you decide”
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
It's Red Nation!!!
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree's on Christmas
N-gga we rollin' cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Russia got a Red Flag
US got Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound

Bed of silk and velvet
I'm ensnared by cunning
Kite, by flaming plait
Tenacious glance and greedy
Sneer on lips. I'm trying
To resist but it's too late
Unbearable game
No defense you're always late
Repeated disgrace
Walls are made old by scum
A lottery fate
You're a winner you're a slave
Spark on your face
Giant is a pawn
Clench your teeth. I can't
Suppress the clash. I'm frightened
But the passion stains
Stuffy time and fragrant
Spirit. I blow on your hair
You're as a blade to the touch
Thrust claws
Into liver into heart
Forced by kite's beak
Tied and let rot
Skilful glove is crumbling me
Shreds on her counterpane
I'm effaced in sweetness
I reflect in her eye lakes
So gloomy thin ~ as violin...
The bedding's turned over
My shameful deed
Is pressed on my skin
You're a sphinx
And I am twisted at
Your royal legs
I'm blind. I service you
Thrust claws
Into liver into heart
Forced by kite's beak
Tied and let rot
Skilful glove is crumbling me
Shreds on her counterpane
Lottery
You're a bishop you're a pawn
Target on the left of breast
Powerful
Destiny attracts in grave

Money... For the Money [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for
My money or my glock who do I trust more?
I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cause it hate niggas
I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga
Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center
You might miss the game so nigga don't blink
My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink
So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah Yeah
I get it that baby and slim cash money
All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money
That pablo escabar crack money
That Lebron first nike contract money
That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
That rat money niggas get clapped money
Air force ones don't bend when I track money
Ooh I'm rich like [? ]
Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border
Like McDonald's I was flippin' them orders
In that '02 Porsche truck weavin through borders
I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
[Verse 3:]
Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
Fuck a black card you see these green faces
Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas
Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin
Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it
You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient but I walked
Money like the white howard next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia
Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons
Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick
Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy

Got money in da bank, money in my socks draws
money green range rover,Am rolling wit top dogs
money behind the rim brand, on the top floor
so if rap don't work I got money to cop more
hundreds spoke daytons on impalas that's how we rolling
hydrolics funded by da doctor, da dollars in my wallets got bitches ha-ha-hollaring so I pop my collar den.
Tell her to breath easy mommy come up for oxygen, when your counting your benjamins, you witness all kind of shit, throwing bullets defending that green like donavon, yeh the bone crusher ya da chrome touch ya, you can't get them off ur ass cocksucker the phone buster.
Put bank on ur head my dow long like Russell, I.V, LEO and L.A Reid, blow green like L.A. trees, and I got a big enough buzz to sell in new York like

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 shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa 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 that 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
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
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?
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
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
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'
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

My Lowrider-The Game featuring Techniec, E-40, Crooked I, Chingy, Lil Rob, WC, & Ice Cube
(chops on the track motherf**kers!)
(chorus)-the game
Cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
(verse 1)-techniec
I see em trynna shine like tech
Cause I shine like I be grinding on the set got the diamonds on my neck
Most talked about when I hit that strip watch it bounce when I hit that dip come to close might get that clip click BANG
Don't trip, tech don't slip lets up the road go get my bitch
Get my grip, talk my shit hit my switch and dip
Switchin lanes on them day to day same color as that candy paint
Tangerine
(verse 2)-e-40
I tried to never sober/ chalupa, longer then a roller coster
Out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup
Venomos snakes, like some cobras/ up top is where im from
We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders/ figure 8 and go n duck
Droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin
We hyphy, we stupid valeho, richmond, frisco, Oakland
We 9ers, we raiders/ we some hustlers and some players
We've got 64s and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas
(verse 3)-crooked i
Lord forgive me it in me to sent me to tote semi's
Grope penny and remy my pockets was so skinny
Now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's
Run the whole city/hoes, I put dough before any
My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid
I f**ks mo hoes then hugh heffner ever did
That new leather shit the coup hella sick
Dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit
(chorus)-the game
Cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
(verse 4)-chingy
Cranberry impala, that's my lowrider
Slide by your north sider rider with a hoe driver
G'd up from the feet up plus the heat tough
Toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up
When im in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little
Slot a lot thang in that black wall street
Double u and p and cpt we keeping it G
In our low riders riders riders
(verse 5)-lil rob
We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl
I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all
I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave u all in all
The lowrider so clean, you wont know what you saw
I sit low with a tall can/ in a brown bag
With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag
With the Mexican flag and the American flag
Hitting the fronts and the backs watching out for the bash
(verse 6)-paul wall
Home boy, Big T, better know as tyrone
Is the first person I ever seen with a chevy on chrome
My parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold
With screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding
I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash
Now that's me you see flippin slab, riding on glass
How much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this
I coulda bought a benz instead with the money I spent
Nd im ridin dirty.
(chorus)-the game
Cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
(verse 7)-the game
My 64 sittin on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap
2 hoes ridin in the back/ candy paint, nigga f**k with that
3-wheel motion, im sitting high/ daytonas, that's all we ride
Hit that switch its do or die/ ride on me that's suicide
I be in the hood smoking that green/ dr. dre know what I mean
Swisha sweet and them purple leaves/ California, we got that weed
Black diamonds off in my chain/ ask around nigga know my name
Comptons own, the rap lebron james/ ridin low, im switchin lanes
(verse 8)-wc
Make that brain splat 30 thang thang clap
Know for the game rap with the chrome frame wrap
From harley davidsons to low lows, we do tip em
13 hundred spokes with that blue nibble get the picture
Disrespect and imma draw slugs
But aint no set trippin cause nigga its all love
Dub c drop the real on em, chevy chrome grill on em
Posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin on em nigga
(verse 9)-ice cube
Rasberry 64 bring your cherry
And we could make a Sunday, come home Monday
Im sittin on the one-way, up on the boulevard
Act hard, put ya thoughts on the dashboard
Cause if I come through the hood with the little homie
No body better f**k with the little homie
I hope (Compton unite/ south central unit
I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light
(chorus)-the game
Cherry 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, The all black impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know
I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah
[Verse 1: The Game]
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime shout out to Will Smith
'cause who didnt wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down
I've been around Hip Hop since '85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I used to think LL stood for Love LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back
[Chorus]
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know
I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say
Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin'
Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood
Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door Mustang and the roof was missing
Every girl at ya school had the new extensions
Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition
'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night
Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright
'cause after the cops left, it was a party then
You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in
They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied
Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky
[Chorus]
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know
I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah
[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
In the back, I relax with all the hunnies
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA!
Every thing full circle, Game livin' major
Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager
Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop
Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop
Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name:
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane
Dont know him, Game gonna show 'em
Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G
When its all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me
[Chorus]
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know
I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah
[Outro: Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)

We left home when were barely past eleven-teen
We've been back and fourth and all around through hell and rain
I've loved you half of your life and Ill keep on loving you
But I can't change and live the way you want me to.
We spent a lot of time out on the highway
Coming from some town we played along the way
After thirty years and knowing me the way you do
You know I cant change and live the way you want me to .
That red bandana tied around your auburn hair
You look like you ought to be somebody's wife somewhere
You ain't never going to be no bobby Mcgee but your trying to
But I can't change and live the way you want me to
Every time you leave the stage I know you've had your fill
And I wonder why you grew up and why I never will
Hey I'm forty-one today still going on twenty-two
But I can't change and live the way you want me to
That red bandana tied around your auburn hair
You look like you ought to be somebody's wife somewhere
You ain't never going to be no bobby Mcgee but your trying to
But I can't change and live the way you want me to

repeat 2X]
Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof
Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets
Three: The Game]
Lace your Timbs, 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 gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, 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
Pull it 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
Four]
It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
Five]
You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history

(Demon Voice)
Nu Jersey Devil
(the game)
Yeah muthafuckers
It's the muthafuckin Game
gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
Everybody wanna know why he got beef
'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G.
Got on the plane hopin that the NYC
It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali
Niggaz want me to D-i-e
Been there, done that
Woke up from a coma on 3 I.V's
Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat
Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari
I scoop up swiss(beats), drive thru the Bronx and get Jada on the phone
My next stop is Yonkers
After that its Harlem, why?
'Cause im a certified gangsta
And Jim Jones' throwin a Blood party
Red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and Lennox
It's the sequel to Menace
Oh Lord, he done went o dogg
Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off
[Chorus]
New aftermath chain on, thats the bling
Stones yellow and black - he a Latin King
Mira me king ton el jefe Simone
Translation: I get money off ringtones
King Blood, even though I used to sling drugs when i see snoop he tell me "Keep doin your thing 'cause"
I do it cause I love it
Do it for the niggaz that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers
I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna fuck her
Thats what I call a championship game at the Rucker
ya'll want beef? change the subject
You ain't got no stars like the flag of the Dominican Republic
After Angie's show I was finna to get the bus
And catch a cab to Halston and ask any nigga hustlin
I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights
[Chorus]
Left the VMA awards, went back to the hood
Streets is talkin - 'Game got slapped by Suge'
False, I was face to face wit him
Media wanna criticize the game
Like he had Ma$e wit him
He a hood nigga that ain't ever try to snake niggaz
Walk thru the 5 boroughs never had jake with him
Bake it how u want, ain't no cupcake in him
Even Diddy know, I make the city glow
Never had an album, never had his own video
I was sellin crack while Ja was watchin 50 blow
White tee shirt, converse and my dickies on
Signed wit Dre recorded 150 songs
Now the fuckin hip hop police hatin
tryin to run me outta New York like Anthony Mason
Nigga I'll come and erase you
Only nigga from california
That'll come from the tongue wit a razor

Life aint fair, an sometimes i give back like the nike airs
and thats when i go back, back where? to the block
where the dreams never stop,
coz its hard to dream when your dream is being on top
an you already there, so you look down into the city an see
life aint what it used to be, kids fantasize about how a phantom ride
if you can actract a star then welcome to the enterprise,
hop in a spaceship an fly fly away,
past the clouds were marvin gaye and 2pac stay
never wanted to come back like jam master jay
matter of fact, close your eyes lets pass away
If you could see straight through my eyes
if I left this world tomorro, say gudbye
if you could take 1 thing with you, what would it be
If You, Could Be, With Me!
You wouldnt be hearing this if it wasnt for Lupe
he inspired what i wrote, bought his album today
an then i threw it in my car, let the CD play
'you are superstars' what the CD say
and on the eve of this morning
i write Stevie J, making love to the music like my Stevie play
when i rap the hood listen, get on TV Jays
and the devil try hard to see me break
thats when i switch, switch cars
and i cross my heart,
knowing that im gods son like the belly of Nas
i used to dream hard about being in battle with Nas
even the ghetto Mosarc couldnt play that part
like the Eli Mannings when they play that hard
everybody aint a giant but they play that card
and that card is delt, and them blows are felt
like a Mayweather jab that land below the belt, yea!
If you could see straigh through my eyes
if I left this world tomorro, say gudbye
if you could take 1 thing with you, what would it be?
If You, Could Be, With Me!
Light a candle in the dark, and lead yourself to the light
and when you there, blow it out so you can sleep through the night
the sun rise in the morning an the future get bright
bright as the ice in my ears, its like a movie premire
an you can be Denzel coz your eyes __________
if you can memorise your lines without reading the script
and you can walk through the forest while you standing still
you might get lucky like force, 20 million to fill
an with that you can buy yourself a football field
build a field of dreams for kids, who got that skill
marry a legend like jada, if u got that will
laugh now cry later if you pop that pill
seen far from a moment but its not that real
coz your life is ice cold an you got that chill
so tomorro wen you wake and you spend that will
just remember wut i told you from on top that hill... its real
If you could see straight through my eyes
if I left this world tomorro, say gudbye
if you could take 1 thing with you, wot would it be

Money... For the Money [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for
My money or my glock who do I trust more?
I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cause it hate niggas
I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga
Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center
You might miss the game so nigga don't blink
My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink
So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah Yeah
I get it that baby and slim cash money
All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money
That pablo escabar crack money
That Lebron first nike contract money
That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
That rat money niggas get clapped money
Air force ones don't bend when I track money
Ooh I'm rich like [? ]
Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border
Like McDonald's I was flippin' them orders
In that '02 Porsche truck weavin through borders
I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
[Verse 3:]
Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
Fuck a black card you see these green faces
Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas
Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin
Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it
You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient but I walked
Money like the white howard next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia
Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons
Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick
Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
[Chorus:]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
(Money)
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Snoop Dogg, Dub C & 50 Cent)
(Whoo Kid) Damn
(The Game) another west coast classic S-N- double O-P and WC and yours truely
(WC) hit em up sizzle
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[50 Cent:] Come on and give it to me baby
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
When will you niggas ever learn
That time is money and money gets yo ass burned
Learn, from the niggas that done before I had a chance
You know, the ones with the Chucks and the Khaki pants
Used to tell me all the time bang lil' man
Took yo advice now my life is a paradise
Happenin, ghetto fabulous, estabalished since 1990
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[Whoo Kid:] Black Wall Street, west coast, non stop
[Verse 2: The Game]
Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin
With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way
Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on
Back to the hood to get my motherfuckin Gin and my juice on
It ain't been too long cause Dub still got spinners on the Lac
And half on the dub sac
If you smokin then hit it and pass it to the left
If you ain't got nothing on it homie you smoking stress
Niggas see me and wanna bang they hood
I don't know why when half you niggas is scared of Suge
Nigga I put it down for my muthafuckin' hood
With my niggas WC and Snoop, East Wood
I'm surrounded by legends West Coast rap veterans
And we bangin the pound to West Side Connection
64 Chevy when I wheely off the block
Its still 187 on a muthafuckin' cop
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[Whoo Kid:] (Wooo Can't forget Tony, U.K. B.I.G.)
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[50 Cent:] Come on and give it to me baby
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah Its gotta be something about the way I'm dressing or the way I move
That gets em bent over stretching anyway I choose
5 O'Clock in the morning alarm clock on snooze
Wake up exchange a number that I'm not gon' use
A tricks the only reason that she got on shoes
But I stick to the hot dog and pop corn rules
Dedicated to the game I'm not gon lose
I'm gettin change so I got more jewels
You know what its like to cruise through the avenue
Go shoppin and have a hundred niggas mad at you
Stalkers knockin at ya door cause I had a few
Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you
Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse
A rap bitch thats always beggin me to say a verse
It don't really matter the way I say it it works
First I play in ya shirt then I play around in ya purse
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[Whoo Kid:] (come on, Can't forget, Ron Gillian)
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We gon ride at ya people
See the evil eye
We do or die
[Whoo Kid:] (Interscope, Jimmy Iovine Whoo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiid)
[50 Cent:] Come on and give it to me baby
[Verse 4: WC]
Dub sizzle, Dogg Pound and Black Wall Street
Three niggas ready to ride get bandanas in pocket
And we keep the party jumpin like 'draulics
Gangsta shit, I was raised off that
Off Yak and gold back like suede golf hats
I don't spit fire I spit terror
From the local jams homie in the sports arena gangbangin'
I ain't identical I'm one of the most original
With this gun and pistol when I bang South Central
I represent swing I don't rep no post
Cuz niggas ain't willin to die like I'll die for most
I ain't fallin off my hustle
And I keep a fresh pair off Busta knuckles
WC bitch I been rich and still ride in the Regal
And I'm fly as a muthafuckin eagle
[WC Talkin:]
Thats it right there

My Love For You
My love for you
is like a angel flying true the skye
like a bird in the wintering
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the ceament
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song
and your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me
20 years after the wats riot early 80's
pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in
had a daughter already said she was to young to feed another baby
and shit got crazy, then 2 years came went
baby's just growing away, we cant even pay the rent
no hot water, i remints, tears runnin' down my face as i hold my daughter
you spent years by the fire place, i was in the garden every sunday at the church
bible study at the cartends, i was hard head
back then i was selling crack
when your heard earned money payd for basketball practice
always at the game on time, yelling at the coatches
wondering why your babyboy's sitting on the pon'
even thou life get's hard sometimes, i keep my head up
and i can make the sunshine in just one rhyme
walk with me.
My love for you
is like a angel flying true the skye
like a bird in the wintering
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a blck rose cracking the ceament
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song
and your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
And now the lanes at the 57 Lincon continetal, peddle to the floor
looking for the highway to heaven, remember when your babyboy was 7
we had good times like i was Jay Jay and you was Fleur the Evans
I should have listen to the revron, now i drain my pain in this 40 ounce
and these born ass records, disrespecting your house
living reckless, look at me, inside your jewlery box
about to pown your necklace, every night you were in the window, lookin'
but what you do when your grandson's crooked, and he to old for whoopin'
used to tell me i was smarter than that, took me down to the compton, swapt me
bought my first starter hat, pulled over? jacket to match
a pair of Levis, a number 8 Jordan's with the all black straps
when you died my soul crack'd, can i get a soul clapp
I'm walking without a heart, can somebody hold that?
My love for you
is like a angel flying true the skye
like a bird in the wintering
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the ceament
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song
and your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
I got alot of things i wanna aks the Lord
like why i cant see my grandmother face no more
and why i cant seem to live without her
and if i pray could he send her back to me one day
cus heaven to crowded, everytime i think about it
i'm missin' your smile, can barely cough
my angel is gone, im heartbroke, drowning in my own tears
somebody trow me a robe or spread my wings so i can fly
im ready to die
migh cry but im still a man, might be a man but i still cry
big mama my angel in the skye
if u wanna feel my pain, then close your eyes, hold your breath
now thats to close to death, open your eyes
see the light now, and if you love your grandmother like i love mine
go tell her right now, i know how this might sound

(Chorus)
I told you not to f**k with my gangsta,
I swear to God I told him Mase,
prayin on my downfall since I came up
Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe
i'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainless,
Yayo I'm Outside your place,
If I can't get you I'm f**king Lloyd Banks up,
You know nigga look at my face
I told you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I told him Mase,
prayin on my downfall since I came up
Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe,
you told us that Ja rule was a wanksta
Yayo I'm Outside your place,
now the whole G-unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga look at my face,
(1st verse)
First things first motherf**ka, stop tellin them lies,
it's easy to stretch the truth now that homo died,
in front of your grandma's house, right outside,
nigga ran up on yo' shit and let off nine,
and fifty knows homocide let off nine,
you ain't die 'cause you only got shot 3 times,
1 in the jaw, two in's and out's,
he was screaming that'shy they knocked his teeth out,
I've seen your medical reports you phony homie,
look me in the eye's I tried to warn you homie,
a coward dies a thousand deaths in his vest,
i'll give you six more slug, you can add to the rest,
till' everybody from NY wanna be from the west,
kiss my converse bitch and take your last breath,
'cause that G-unit shit ain't gonna last,
you could sign Jesus Christ, he couldn't save your ass
(chourus 2x)
I took a trip to Connecticut, I was lurking with the Glock,
Mad 'cause Shot Money had me working with the cops,
You 5-0 nigga, that your name,
where I come from 5-0, that's some change,
We did background, I know you moved back some things,
but he get low like Bleek when them ratchets bang,
Mase step inside the confessional booth,
you turned your back on God, the devil got you spooked,
You ain't Murder shit, you don't even got your own block,
Takin orders from a snitch, who sleep with cops,
and Little Curtis always lookin for a scam to pull,
you ain't the real Fifty Cent, you Sam the Bull,
You got shot in the mouth once you still talkin' shit,
gap teeth in your mouth so my dick has got to fit,
now my nuts on your tonsils, my little kid is screaming G-UNOT at your concert,

~Holla Back Girl Music~
(The Game)
Lets get back to some killa shittt(echo)
(Chuck B. More)?
(Chorus 2x)
Few times he been around this hood
If he ain't got a vest on, it ain't all good,
and he ain't gon' swallow that slug
he ain't gon' swallow that slug
pass that clip, pass that clip(3X)
see my niggas in the hood hoppin out them low-lows
when they pull tha gats out they ain't playing
so get your bitchass out the way and u gon get your crew laid down
when them hollow tips hit you, your chest start burnin
if you dont fall down my niggas keep sprayin
it won't stop till everybody dead, if not they circle around
(Chorus 2x)
Few times he been around this hood
If he ain't got a vest on, it ain't all good,
and he aint gon' swallow that slug
he aint gon' swallow that slug
pass that clip, pass that clip(3X)
hit ya switch on the six-fo, than pull the glock out
let the world know that my clips extended
take it back to P.A. in '89
when the JVM shut it downn
when i hear them sirens,
imma hit the switch slide off from seat ridin 3 wheel motion
(G-U N O T Another one bites the slug)
(Chorus 2x)
Few times he been around this hood
If he aint got a vest on, it aint all good,
and he aint gon' swallow that slug
he aint gon' swallow that slug
pass that clip, pass that clip(3X)

PARTY!...PARTY!
PARTY!...PARTY!
[Verse 1]
Me and my G boys rush through the door
Time to get rowdy, we's about to take the floor
Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up
I yell "Where my G's at" and the whole club stood up
We bout to blow it out, these women lookin' stout
We fixin' to break em' off cause that's what we all about
The party don't stop, pop the top on the Moet
And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get
Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth
This is how we do it deep, down in the South
Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy
Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy
You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin'
I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin'
In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat
With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet
[Hook]
But cha' know it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
[Verse 2]
Welcome every hood from all around the city
The women lookin' good even though they ain't sedity
Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup
Ya better take cover, we about to blow it up
Buck jumpin' to the beat, we all off in the street
We see it's all love but we still pack the heat
We keep it sucker free, steady firin' bud up
We all pimp sharp, we ain't tryin' to tear the club up
Down for whatever, styled women all around
Rollers in the back breakin' trees off of pounds
Niggas from the Mound, niggas from Blackhaven
We toss it up like Pac cause it ain't no ho savin'
Sippin' Alize, chiefin' hay with my click
V.I.P. section cause ya know we roll thick
20 deep on the creep, tryin' to get em' in
Drunk as a skunk still sippin' on gin
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Me and my G boys rush through the door
Time to get rowdy, we's about to take the floor
Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up
I yell "Where my G's at" and the whole club stood up
We bout to blow it out, these women lookin' stout
We fixin' to break em' off cause that's what we all about
The party don't stop, pop the top on the Moet
And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get
Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth
This is how we do it deep, down in the South
Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy
Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy
You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin'
I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin'
In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat
With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet

Ayo, Irv, 'the fuck is wrong with these niggas, man?
Talking 'bout I ain't no fuckin MC
I been at this shit for 7 years, nigga
8 times platinum, nigga
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
Muthafucka, what's up?
[Verse 1:]
Naw, this ain't no fucking Dre beat,
I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the shit I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yeyo
The new Suge Knight, nigga, minus the K.O.
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, fuck bitches, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, retarded
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, nigga, we can get started
If you ain't Nas or that nigga on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture
the nigga Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my fuckin sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go fuck with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not fuck with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my bitch, flying in with them things
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My shorty is a 10, that's that singing nigga, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short
So I might as well find me a burrow in New York
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 3:]
Man you know, I don't give a fuck
and I don't give a shit
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips
Give a fuck if you tuff nigga, or you buff nigga
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff niggas
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the fuck can I say? I grew up a bastard
Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big shit, and I keep my wrist slit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four niggas better than me? Nigga, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Newz!
Niggas better know what the fuck they dealin with
When they dealing with the fuck they dealin with
You dealin with a fuckin animal, man
Gotti will tell you, nigga, both the Gottis, nigga
You can bring John Gotti back too, nigga
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, nigga
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, nigga
When I was running around with P.
Diddy in Atlanta, nigga
Slapping asses, nigga
Mario? know what it is, nigga
Mix bitches all up in the height on Peach St., nigga
Been getting money, nigga
7 years strong, nigga
2 platinum albums, nigga
'Bout to be three

Baby this is real shit
my record sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)
(The Game)
Hit a breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your f**kin group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga f**k Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete Rock
And lets not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherf**ker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothaf**ka's ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, f**k your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the f**k I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say f**k these rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while
I f**k with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I f**k with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the f**kin song
I f**k with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherf**ker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods still got love for em'
Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, motherf**ker its a rap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon
Hahahahaha
Faggot ass niggas
I guess I win nigga
Life is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor f**kin Ma$e
You niggas is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all motherf**kers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16, 99 nigga
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem faggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha
Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off