Game Filmography

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

  Gangsta Party

  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

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  Niceshow lyrics

  Nice

  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
  [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/Vlxl ]
  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

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  Show Is Overshow lyrics

  Show Is Over

  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

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  Swallow That Slug (you Know What It Is Vol. Iii)show lyrics

  Swallow That Slug (you Know What It Is Vol. Iii)

  ~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)

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  My Love For Youshow lyrics

  My Love For You

  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

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  I Told Youshow lyrics

  I Told You

  (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,

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  Moneyshow lyrics

  Money

  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

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  Like an Eagleshow lyrics

  Like an Eagle

  (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

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  Game

  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…

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  120 Bars

  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

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  Body Bags

  (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

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  Game

  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?

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  Game

  [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

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  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

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  Game's Pain

  [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)

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  My Lowrider

  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)

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  Exclusively

  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

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  Red Bandana

  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

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  Gameshow lyrics

  Game

  [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]

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  Through My Eyes

  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

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  New York (remix)

  (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

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  Game

  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

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  Game

  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...

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  Compton 2 Fillmore

  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

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  Ain't Fuckin With You

  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

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  All I Need

  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

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  Angelshow lyrics

  Angel

  (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

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  Lyrical Homicide

  Intro (From Anchorman)
  ------
  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)
  ------
  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,

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  Hate It Or Love It (Remix)

  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

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  Buddensshow lyrics

  Buddens

  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

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  Gameshow lyrics

  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

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  Dope Gameshow lyrics

  Dope Game

  [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

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  Mr. Potato Head

  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

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  Stripper (ft. Wale)

  She got two jobs, work late
  College courses on her plate
  Never give head on the first date
  Always fighting in the workplace
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  Them high heels, that black lace
  That long weave and that f*ck face
  That pink thong, and that slim waist
  That fat pussy with that fruit taste
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  I knew Maliah before Maliah went to H-town
  And that's straight up, and that's straight down like that front do
  Ain't seen that ass in a month tho,
  Drake talkin' 'bout her, make a nigga mad
  You heard that song? Best that he ever had
  She got hips like the kit on that Challenger
  She got horsepower,
  Heed stamina and Colt Michael ain't no amateur
  I tell you boy,
  She's standing up, two legs and a pole
  Tri-pod, no hands my God!
  She pop that pussy, UGK on that Ipod,
  She got a dragon over that left cheek,
  She know Drake, she know me
  Had Sean Kingston in that trick back
  Had a little nigga down on one knee
  Need a real nigga
  She don't f*ck free, I'm Jesus Piece, she'll f*ck me
  Her co-workers discuss me, but they all wanna f*ck, trust me
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  My niggas in the pen got posters on the wall,
  Close your eyes tight eyes enough,
  You see tip drill fall,
  Two ass cheeks like bowling balls
  Tell her bounce that pussy up off the wall
  Picture me taking them panties off
  She got an ass like a rhino and it's soft
  She like a real hood nigga but her man is soft
  Money take away the pain like ambisol
  When she on a strip-pole it's like Mardi Grass
  That girl built like she from Arkansas
  That pussy fat like a monkey jaw
  Only bitches like me that i already saw
  She started off in Miami, moved up to that A-town
  Make it rain like Skittles in a candy shop
  It's her birthday, she getting cake now
  Take it back down on to M.I.A. , my little red-bone
  She the queen of diamonds, pop that pussy
  Tryin' to get that pay,
  Bitch almost died from that pole climbing
  I admire the way she take care of son
  So tell the waitress to take care of ones
  Send flowers to the hospital in February
  She been my favorite dancer since day one
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She a stripper (stripper)
  She the reason we all here,
  She the reason they all stare
  People askin' her government
  Her phone number or if it's all real
  I ain't concerned with that now
  I got a jar of that loud
  I got a thing for that body baby,
  And these dollars covered your ground
  Realest niggas in town,
  Chuck scoop, we all LAX
  I'm in the Lambo sipping on Brown
  That's the highest way to be on Crown
  And I got the stadium clout, where it gets too late and you're wild
  Pimp mack be crazy if I get the lady
  Know I tap, see the lady be on styles
  Uh, that liquor talking, and now zippers talking
  Band's'a'make her dance, what she gonna do if I would start
  My favorite stripper even tho I got some options
  My niggas caught me in the club
  They telling me I got a á¹—roblem
  On the first day He said let there be light
  In the second day He made you baby, you baby
  Uh, and I just can't contain myself
  The way you move so f*cking edible, mmm, incredible baby
  And I can't stop catching the Holy Ghost from watching you baby
  Ooh baby
  The way you make me feel is so incredible, the therapy is what I need, incredible
  The therapy is sweet to me,
  And I can't stop dropping my check off in this club for you baby, ooh you baby

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  Game

  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

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  Game

  [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

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  3 Killas

  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.

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  360 Bars

  (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

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  Real Niggas Stand Upshow lyrics

  Real Niggas Stand Up

  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Y'all niggas see me when I'm come through and ain't no
  denyin'
  That them big motherfuckers is twenty five
  Swayin' in and out of white line, six double 0
  Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine
  Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
  See more fall guys than Foreman-Ali combined
  Any beef, I'm releasin' mine
  And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats
  recline
  The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
  I return shots like Arthur Ashe
  You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
  Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
  And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
  Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga
  there to revive him
  And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
  So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong,
  nigga
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Trust me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
  That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
  Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chucks, put the gun back
  in the holsters
  'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
  But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me
  comin' through
  Droppin' all y'all niggas with three in the chamber
  Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
  One when I push the button's right next to the
  cupholder
  Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
  Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
  Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the
  aim
  Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the
  bloodstains
  And the coroner's real good with the pickup
  A1 good with the carpet cleanin', they can get the rest
  of that shit up
  'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
  Put you niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
  If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome
  If I die, then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
  Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
  When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
  When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
  Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
  And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
  A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
  Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
  And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get
  thick
  Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
  And ain't nuttin' to do a drive-by in the hood
  We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that
  ride
  Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
  Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
  Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
  Bitch niggas sit down to piss, what type of nigga is
  you?
  I'm the type to pack a gat or few
  Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

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  Su Woo (ft. Lil Wayne)show lyrics

  Su Woo (ft. Lil Wayne)

  [Lil Wayne]
  Pardon my gang affil,
  But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field
  Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
  Respect my aim because I aim to kill
  Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga,
  Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga,
  I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
  I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast n-gga,
  Ha, I smoke something bitch,
  My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
  I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
  Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
  Haha, bitch n-gga we might jump ya
  2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya
  Hahaha, bandana on the right side
  East side until I die
  You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
  And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
  See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
  And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
  We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
  Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
  Lemme hear you say Su Woo
  Su Woo, Su Woo
  [The Game]
  Young Money
  And thats perfect cause perfect is to me
  What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
  So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly
  Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
  All I need is a perfect bitch
  How's B, I passed the baton on Solange
  I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
  Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
  Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
  Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
  N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
  Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
  Red bandana for no reason
  Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah
  [Lil Wayne - Chorus]
  You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
  And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
  See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
  And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
  We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
  Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
  Lemme hear you say Su Woo
  Su Woo, Su Woo
  [Game]
  Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
  I'll show you how bangers bang
  Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
  Switch plates, paint the Range
  Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
  Dead wrong aint it man
  I told n-ggas I aint a Game
  All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
  He sold a milli, I'm vanilli
  So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
  We throwing paper planes
  Riding through the N.O.
  Red Marc Jacob frames
  We disappear like David Blaine
  And pop up at the Lakers game
  They playing the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
  That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
  Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top
  Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
  I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks
  My whole team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.
  [Lil Wayne - Chorus x2]
  You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
  And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
  See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
  And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
  We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
  Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
  Lemme hear you say Su Woo
  Su Woo, Su Woo

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  240 Bars

  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)

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  200 Bars And Runnin'

  (INTRO)
  My mama took me to Sam Goody's
  I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD
  I took that shit home
  That shit was wack like a 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

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  Till The Wheels Fall Off

  [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/

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  360 Degrees

  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

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  The Documentary

  Ladies and gentleman
  You are now about to witness the strength
  Of Aftermath straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton
  Put your hands together for Game b!tch
  Hahahaha
  Yeah mothafuckas
  Compton's back on the mothafuckin map
  Aftermath in that ass bitch
  Game let's go
  Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit
  They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
  I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
  Make my mother proud that her son made it out
  But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em 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 its changing
  To 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 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 changing
  To new Game
  You're now about to witness the power
  Low get Dre on the phone quick
  Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit
  I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick
  I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick
  Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted
  If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton
  These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
  Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
  For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got
  From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot
  With a glock that don't phase me,
  I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady ?
  I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today
  And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
  I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks
  So I'm gone bitch
  We ain't goin no where so fuck you
  We ain't goin no where so fuck you
  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
  You're now about to witness the power

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  Tonight

  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home
  with me baby)
  I said I do I do I do I do I do, you know I do
  Red Phantom, peanut butter guts, Winnie the Pooh
  You know I got that honey with me, playboy bunny with
  me
  She got a kind heart, always acting funny with me
  Said she far from perfect but I love her though
  And would love her even if she was an undercover hoe
  Notice she killin' that thang fo' me, notice she movin'
  her ass
  She got kids but that's the past, took my hand and took
  my glass
  I ain't focused on the flaws, I'm just focused on the
  draws
  I compliment her rather that I don't get no pussy at
  all
  She love the niggas that rat, she hate the niggas that
  ball
  I'm 'bout to have a casting quarter
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home
  with me baby)
  How many women in the club got a one to five?
  Ain't had a break in days, know you need that glass of
  Spades
  Girl you know I got it for you, know I got more than
  one
  And we gon make that nigga jealous when that photo done
  So take that picture girl, just make sure you smile
  And text your babysitters, you know we gon be a while
  And we can do whatever, go to MIA and chill
  You try to travel state with him, I bet you never will
  But hell na, he ain't tryna lose you cause the head is
  real
  And all he wanna do is go in circles like the ferris
  wheel
  That nigga sellin' dreams, I got a better deal
  So girl come with me
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home
  with me baby)
  Fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles for
  you
  Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on
  you
  Baby fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles
  for you
  Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on
  you
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
  We go shoppin' for days (blowin' all these money on
  you)
  Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
  I said that money never sleeps and
  We gon meet some ladies tonight
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some
  ladies tonight)
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some
  ladies tonight)
  We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home
  with me baby)
  I said you're comin' home with me babe
  So fuck that nigga
  I said you're comin' home with me babe
  So fuck that nigga
  Tonight, tonight yea
  So fuck that nigga

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  360°

  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.

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  100 Barz And Gunnin'

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  It's Ok (One Blood)

  Dre, I see dead people
  Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
  Yo, Dre
  Thought I was Dead
  West coast
  One blood
  I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
  Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor
  The (after)'math don't drop them
  And 50 ain't rockin' with him
  No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin'
  Whole club rockin'
  Like a '64 impala
  Drink cris, throw it up
  Call the shit hydraulics
  Then piss in the cup
  Call the shit hypnotic
  I bleed Compton
  Spit crack and shit chronic
  And you new niggaz ain't shit
  But new niggaz
  Played to get shooed niggaz
  I'm talkin' ta you, nigga
  Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man
  Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM
  Fresh like damn
  This nigga did it again
  A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
  Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
  What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)
  One blood
  Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
  One blood
  I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala
  Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla"
  Bandanna on the right side
  Gun on the left side
  Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
  Word to Eazy
  I'm so ill, believe me
  I made room for Jeezy
  But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin'
  All i need is one reason
  I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
  I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
  Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
  And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
  What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
  You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
  I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
  On the '07 Hummer
  Hop out with no bodyguards
  When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood)
  One blood
  Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
  One blood
  I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
  What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
  And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
  Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
  Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
  You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
  Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't going away
  I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
  And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
  I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha glock
  No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
  Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
  I have the number 1 billboard spot
  Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
  I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
  This ain't shit but a warnin' 'til my album drop
  One blood
  Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
  One blood
  Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
  One blood

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  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!

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  Still Cruisin

  (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

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  Westside Story - Single

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

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  Gameshow lyrics

  Game

  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

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  We Are The Championsshow lyrics

  We Are The Champions

  I am the champion my friend
  And i'll keep on fighting 'till the end
  I am the champion
  I am the champion
  Don't end for loser cos I am the champion
  [The Game]
  Guess whos back in a son of a bitch
  Underground king with a gun on his hip
  Not the UGK like bun b and pimp c
  But I got the ghost unit bumpin in my bently
  Ain't shit changed with the guts in a range
  And no more Lloyd Banks,Tony Yayo and Young Buck in my lane
  I'm a hood nigga for real mothafuck the fame
  Nigga I'ma get mine
  You can hate it or love it but it's a thin line
  Between G Unot and G Unit
  Nigga talk shit catch one in the hip
  Fuck beef for the rhyme
  50 forgot about his but I took mine
  I showed you all 5 but he never took 9
  He rap like Trina blah blah blah
  Ok, shut up
  Let us see the wound
  Show it to the world
  He got shot in the mouth and cried like a girl
  You sing like a girl
  And I gangbang so hard it'll bring back curls
  I'm tellin' your fan don't believe that shit
  Tryna beef with The Game like he that sick
  You movie was trash and I went to see that shit
  With a camera and got it on DVD that quick
  Chicken Little and Harry Potter
  The bootleg hell yeah we got 'em
  Two movies 15 dollars with no numbers on the bottom
  Hahahahahahaha.........
  Chicken Little ghetto pimp!
  I am the champion my friend
  And i'll keep on fighting 'till the end
  I am the champion
  I am the champion
  Don't end for loser cos I am the champion
  Of the world, yeah!

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  One Blood (Remix)

  Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
  You know what it is
  When you see me two twelvin you homie
  You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch
  BALLLLLIN'
  Peace blood, peace almighty
  We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
  And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
  And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
  One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
  And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out
  My feary side, where we ride
  And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
  So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
  Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang!
  And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim!
  It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
  They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
  21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
  We from a different street, all got that different heat
  But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
  So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit us
  And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
  We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
  And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
  Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
  I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
  I got rappers gettin mad at me
  I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
  I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
  Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
  But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
  Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
  You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
  So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
  What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
  Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
  Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
  I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
  I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
  Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!
  Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
  I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
  The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
  Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me
  This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
  I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meek
  She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
  140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
  All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces
  Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases
  Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
  I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
  Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box
  And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
  Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
  Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!
  504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
  Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya
  Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
  And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer
  I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside
  Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive
  Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential
  Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!
  New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
  We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
  Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
  The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
  Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
  Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
  And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
  You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
  (One blood) we used to the spillin
  (Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
  Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
  (How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
  (Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
  (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
  I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
  Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)
  D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
  The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
  We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
  Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
  Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
  I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
  One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
  Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
  WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
  Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
  I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
  Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
  Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
  Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
  If they like me, tell 'em line up
  While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
  Mic check, one two, one two, check
  I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
  Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
  Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
  So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
  Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
  Mama told me not to play with fire but
  She never told me I would grow to be a liar
  One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
  Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
  The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
  Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
  I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
  Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
  Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
  And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics
  Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
  Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
  Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
  Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
  He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga
  He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga
  Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
  Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
  When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
  WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
  Yeah rollin with two grips
  Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
  Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
  Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
  But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
  They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle
  West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
  Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
  Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
  RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
  Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
  Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin
  I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
  Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
  I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
  Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
  From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
  ?? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet
  Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
  By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
  Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
  Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
  From the westside, strivin to dead em
  Where them killers throw that third letter up
  Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
  Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
  Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
  Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
  What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?
  The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
  Open you up if you got a problem
  Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia
  Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
  Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
  Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
  This ain't nothin to do with nobody
  But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
  I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
  But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
  Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
  Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
  Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
  At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
  Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
  Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
  I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
  Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
  My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
  So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
  My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
  Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me
  Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
  Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
  Its one blood if you blood or cuz
  From that number one thug, its still one love
  I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
  I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
  All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
  Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
  Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
  We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
  My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
  Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
  Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible
  I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
  Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
  All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable
  I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable
  Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ??
  Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
  Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
  Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
  Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
  Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
  My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
  Frolic in the snow, so playful
  (And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
  (What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio
  (Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
  Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
  The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
  Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
  The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
  With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
  G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
  You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
  Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or (blood)
  ...Niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
  Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
  Niggaz that got bullets with names on them!
  Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me
  Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
  You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
  Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
  Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!

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  Game

  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

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  The Kill

  I'm going in for the kill
  I'm doing it for a thrill
  Oh I'm hoping you'll understand
  And not let go of my hand
  (X2)
  Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute
  Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it
  Before you do that drive by, listen for a second
  Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon
  If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X
  Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks
  Don't be a follower n-gga, be a leader
  And if that mean's I'll lose you on Twitter than so be it
  Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding
  Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding
  Her baby in the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton
  I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton
  I put on for my city like Jeezy say
  Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day
  And since they did? like Emmett Till
  Crack the Patron seal
  I can take you back to '03 when ain't nobody know me
  My game was regional like the? Marion, Kobe
  Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me
  Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
  Aint trippin' off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets
  I'm in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G
  Cooley high coochie, Levi's no fleece
  Space jam Jordan's killin' 'em without the cold sheets
  Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers
  Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards
  Shout out to my reall n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P
  Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b
  Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one
  Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son
  And my n-gga Fab, write his verses like a wheel
  He walked out the booth, it's my turn
  If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen
  Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision
  But I'm back now, when we recorded Back Down
  Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now
  50 was my n-gga, but life was funny like that
  Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack
  So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed
  Sometimes stars align and some stars never will
  Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my n-ggas, y'all should chill
  Instead of beefin', lets remember how baby blue got killed
  How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up
  When n-ggas start beefin' you should give them some Ciroc Puff
  And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead
  Worse than that, my n-gga Young Buck got raided by the Fed's
  So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell
  Next track I get n-gga

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  Standing On A Cornershow lyrics

  Standing On A Corner

  [Game - Verse 1]
  Big blunts in the air, I don't even care
  Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
  Stuntin in my J's
  I got every pair, they put out since '85
  Cus a n–ga bout his gear
  Hoes all up in my ear, cus I'm stylin'
  Try to go bottle for bottle with us,
  Can't do it, money we runnin through us
  So competition throw the towel in
  We over here, with fireworks up in the air
  Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
  Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
  The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
  We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the?
  And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
  I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
  Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head
  Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
  I'm gettin bread while I'm
  [Game Chorus]
  Standing on the corner
  Watching my logo
  I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo
  Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm clean
  So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean
  I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
  And I don't ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
  You know I used to broke but... now n–ga I'm getting it
  [B.o.B - Verse 2]
  As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement
  As how this all started in bottom of a basement
  Back when I got started, n–ga saying "your shit is basic"
  Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated
  All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
  Call a cab for these n–gas, cus they aint gon make it
  Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is
  Well he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
  Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
  But I kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagious
  Man them... prolly doing him all kind of favors
  I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous
  Well, I couldn't tell you what it is
  More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get
  But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
  And let these suckas complain
  [B.o.B - Chorus 2]
  I'm standing on the corner, watching the world go
  I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
  Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
  It's that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
  I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur
  And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
  [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
  I used to be letting on, now the n–gas listening
  Big money talk, big joint to spark
  These Jordans on my feet, that's hoe big money walk
  Shawty give me head, like she don't need body parts
  Running my city like the King of New York
  Poppin' champagne, hit him with the cork
  Eating so good, n–ga need a fork
  And I ball hard, n–ga need a court
  The way lil mama give me brain, I swear she must have been a dork
  Durrrrrr, you know me I keep one rolled up
  Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from
  And these hating n–gas get no love
  I be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they bitch
  Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
  I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair
  You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
  Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air
  [Wiz - Chorus 3]
  Standing on the corner, talking that shit
  You ain't really saying nothing, just hating of him
  Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green
  Even though this real life, it's like a movie scene
  I ain't in the club...
  It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang up
  Nobody used to know me but but
  Now a n-gga famous, now a n–ga famous

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  Untold Story: Volume IIshow lyrics

  Untold Story: Volume II

  Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
  We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
  For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
  Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
  Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah!
  Game, spit that shit
  Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
  Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
  Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
  and still got dope, under the mattress
  It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and
  12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic"
  Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
  Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived
  Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
  Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
  Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
  Streets is mine, we gon' live forever
  Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin
  Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin
  While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
  the shells cry, every hood's anthem
  Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
  And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons
  A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
  Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers
  Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
  Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
  Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicles
  When time life is so beautiful
  Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
  We gotta die but it's okay to cry
  Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand
  I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise
  Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
  Words of Minister Farrakhan
  Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
  Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal
  Who's king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards
  watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
  More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves
  The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
  Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up
  The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
  So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta take it
  'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It"
  And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
  Shit rough we'll grind together
  Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
  So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in heaven
  Live life while we listen to my old heads
  So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
  Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
  Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang
  And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
  A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
  And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
  in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye
  Can't do it by myself, people need help
  Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days
  And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven
  Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade
  I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow direction
  And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain
  Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
  Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours
  Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin
  Tuck guns in trunks cause real G's is boxin
  Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
  And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth
  Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land
  Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
  I've been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
  Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine
  When I, pass the word through these raps on beats
  It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
  To the streets, when I pass these beats
  It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
  To the streets, y'knahmtalkinbout people?
  Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
  "Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"

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  Blood Of Christshow lyrics

  Blood Of Christ

  [Intro]
  Aye, Duane
  We gon’ let this ma’fucka breathe for minute
  It’s still Aftermath…
  It’s still Aftermath…
  Chyeuh
  Now, when I said we gon’ let this ma’fucka breathe
  I meant…
  This ma’fuckin’ beat is dead, we gon’ perform CPR
  And bring that motherfucker back to life
  Let that ma’fucka breathe
  [Hook]
  Compton’s my city, that motherfucker ain’t never pretty
  Gave ‘Pac life, them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…
  Them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…
  Them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…
  [Verse 1]
  Notorious is, bring that Benz in
  I’m a bottom dollar nigga, fuck 50 Cent
  I heard Tony Yayo can’t pay the rent
  I heard Lloyd Banks can’t pay the rent
  I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc
  Sue me for 40 grand
  That same 40 get you shot
  IPhone in my hand doin’ the 40 wop
  That nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs
  Lookin’ out of my window, I see 40 cops
  Tryin’ to serve a subpoena, I’m on thix XBOX
  2 Chainz voice, smokin’ that Wiz Khalifa
  Somebody test that Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
  Yeh, let me spit this ether
  Get, get, get, ‘til it blow the speakers
  From eating Reese’s Pieces
  To pointing guns, out for that Little Caesar’s pieces
  All the way to jackin’ niggas for they Jesus pieces
  I’m God to you bitch ass niggas
  Put that on Matthew, pardon P!
  [Hook x2]
  Fuck with me?
  Fuck with me?
  Fuck with me?
  Nigga, you stuck with me forever, and ever, and ever
  [Verse 2]
  Shyne Po ain’t rich, Shyne poor
  All the way in Belize with Kendrick dick in his throat
  Good kid, mad city
  Mad kid, bad city
  Nothin’ from Compton could ever be trash
  You hear that nigga voice? Sound like a dick in his ass
  He reminiscing, a Compton nigga’s bitch in prison
  Used to be Christian, now that nigga Jew
  Can’t step foot in America so what he gon’ do?
  P. Diddy’s stunt man, Jackie Chan, your ass through
  Hood pass revoked, get your fuckin’ brains blew
  Blood on that Yarmulke, now you really Pieru
  Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you
  But you couldn’t become him ‘cause you were shootin’ at the roof
  [Hook]
  I always wondered why Puff wasn’t in that truck
  I said, I always wondered why Puff wasn’t in that truck…
  [Outro]
  Let that bitch breathe
  Let that bitch breathe
  This my motherfuckin’ city
  Five motherfuckin’ albums
  The Documentary?
  Classic
  Doctor’s Advocate?
  Classic
  Everything between that shit and Jesus Piece?
  Classic
  Them ma’fuckin’ grams?
  Past it
  Chop it up, rock it up
  Do whatever the fuck you gotta do to get your motherfuckin’ paper
  Shot out to my nigga Dr. Dre
  He ain’t never gotta put out Detox
  Long as he got me and Kendrick, nigga
  And them motherfuckin’ Dre Beats you got on your motherfuckin’ head
  That nigga made a billion dollars off of motherfuckin’ headphones
  Mad kid, bad city!

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  Name Me King (ft. Pusha T)show lyrics

  Name Me King (ft. Pusha T)

  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

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  Number Oneshow lyrics

  Number One

  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

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  Pussy Money & Weed

  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

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  Big Moneyshow lyrics

  Big Money

  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

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  Can You Believe It

  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

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  Memph Bleek Izshow lyrics

  Memph Bleek Iz

  (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

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  Now That I'm Paidshow lyrics

  Now That I'm Paid

  [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)

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  Blood Diamondsshow lyrics

  Blood Diamonds

  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

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  Hate It Or Love Itshow lyrics

  Hate It Or Love It

  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

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  Rough (ft. Yelawolf)show lyrics

  Rough (ft. Yelawolf)

  [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

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  Gameshow lyrics

  Game

  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

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  Justo Faison Tributeshow lyrics

  Justo Faison Tribute

  (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,

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  Blood Moon: Year of the Wolf

  Never been so hurt
  It was no one to care
  Since my very first run ooh yeah
  It was no one ever here
  My father left me when I was seven at home
  Left me but took his chrome
  I looked up and blow was gone
  Man, f**k it, f**k it
  Guess in the world I'm all alone
  My mamma was too naïve so when he left she go farther alone
  While you listen on this song, ask yourself why
  It's really none of your business but I was there, I've been whiteness to a brow
  f**k a man, what a beat, what a beat
  I zip this pencil, I keep tell you, what a beat, what a beat
  Me and my sister have different father but I care and I loved her
  And I've been lying if I told you I wasn't scare when he robbed her
  Tipper his p**** on her, she was only eleven
  How could you ever get upon her
  Even thinking about make me hatters and sonar
  Make me wanna pop him like the top on coronas
  But I was scared, run back to my room
  Pray to God that I was dreaming, can't believe that I was listening this, living with demon
  Said ain't been that way, been that why
  Never been so hurt
  It was no one to care (don't give a f**k about me)
  Since my very first run here
  It was no one ever here (don't give a f**k about me)
  These n****s can't f**k with this, s**t
  I may you switch and risk,
  So it like you answer this
  You said, you said
  Don't wanna bleed with this bloody moon
  It's a bloody moon
  You said
  It's a bloody moon
  The moon bleed, mister Bloody Moon
  Never been so hurt
  It was no one to care (don't give a f**k about me)
  Since my very first run here
  It was no one ever here (don't give a f**k about me)

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  Around The Wayshow lyrics

  Around The Way

  (Keyshia Cole)
  I will always love you
  I need you to know that
  Im gonna hold you down
  till it kills me
  Im here for you
  I hate to say I told you
  That niggas hate
  No matter what they say
  Im gonna hold you down
  Till it kills me
  Im here for you
  (The Game)
  (Verse 1)
  You know what they
  More money,more problems,more drama
  Means more marijuana and less baby momma
  You know I love you like I love my shoes
  But even all Nike air forces come in two
  I like her and I like you 2
  Whats wrong
  she ma bitch and you ma boo
  She gotta CLS and you gotta a Bentley Coup
  She take all my clothes to the cleaners
  And you take them to school
  I gave you a Berkley bag
  I made a mistake
  And Oprah dont fuck wit them no more anyway
  I know you get sick and tired of me cheating
  But you forgave me
  After i fucked mya
  Sorry for the bullshit I put you through
  I aint gonna no where I got a kid wit you
  She always say jay got beyonce and wayne
  I just turn the volume up and let Keyshia Cole sing
  (Chrous)
  (Verse 2)
  Dre told me "Its the power of the P.U.S.S.Y"
  That have a nigga daydreaming in the S.K.Y
  I cant replace you ur man and put you in the S5
  But I can make sure when i hit
  They can hear you in bedstuy
  That's B
  You kno how I do
  How your girlfriends get to hate Wen I ride through
  Like he fucked her at wats her name
  record release party
  I rather fuck with rihanna and I dont even know shawty
  My alibe is I had to lie
  I kiss and dont tell and hit and oh well
  I make the boat sail
  and ditched the hotel
  If a man got a problem
  get hit with doch shells
  Then after the hotel
  Its the after party
  With IV's in his wrist
  While I'll leave with his Bitch
  Blow the roof
  Let her feel the breeze in the 6
  They said R&b; dead
  But keyshia that bitch
  (Chrous)
  (Verse 3)
  Its money that makes 7 days change
  From puerto rico to watch a lakers game
  I give my heart and my house and chain
  Just to she your face when the roses came
  You wanted me to meet your family Im on the next plane to eat dinner With your mom and P.F change
  She said she will die for you and I told her I'll do the same
  And i feel it in her eyes
  She can see my pain
  I told you I had a son
  You wanted to kno his name
  Harlem
  But my fans call him baby game
  Before his birth I was against all odds in the streets
  Me and, micheal,face dodging police
  My baby momma play games with me
  So me and her
  Like ciara and bow wow
  We like Nas and Kelis
  In London i told you I would give you the world
  I was your LL
  And you were my around the way girl
  (Chrous)

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  Don't Kill My Vibeshow lyrics

  Don't Kill My Vibe

  [Verse 1: Game]
  Bitch, don’t kill my vibe – nigga, don’t blow my high
  Wake up in a Bugatti but I’m in a Maserati when I’m on the 405
  I’m king of the motherfuckin’ Westside
  Two dubs up when the TEKs fly
  “Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla!”
  Turn a 600 to an S5
  Compton made me direct this ending
  Like my little nigga Kendrick, props to Jay-Z
  Got a Rocky pendant and a drop Mercedes
  I’ll been gone ’til November but I’m not from Haiti
  I’m a C-O-M-P-T-O-N, N-I
  Double G A like a young D-Wade
  Brought my city a championship by myself
  And niggas think I’m doin’ this shit for my health
  I am, don’t make me go HAM, 4-5
  Go blam, I was just protecting my wealth
  Matte black Bentley, all-black pennies
  Black Tom Ford shades, I’m ’bout to go stealth
  All black everything…
  Trap Wesley Snipes inside Tiffany’s wedding ring
  Nigga, never get out…
  I’m constipated, just tryna get my shit out
  False alarm, I can’t do #2
  Pee on you peons for eons and eons
  Used to intercept niggas, rock like Deion
  Sellin’ white packs out my grandmama’s Neon
  Ask my nigga Breon…
  I played ‘Pac’s brother in this classic movie
  No relationship to Leon…
  When I spit for Dre I had a nigga forehead like a nigga was a klingon
  No album out, I’m on 106 like a nigga put Free on
  Any beat that I breathe on or be on, I be gone
  I brawl like I’m out in Maryland, Georgetown, Michigan
  Florida, watch a nigga get his UNC on
  Baby Jordans for my baby daughter
  No Harold Miner, can I get my USC on?
  Eight cars in my driveway, sideways
  Horsepower make the Lamborghini fly away
  I am the shit when I step out the Six
  And I step at your bitch in my brand new kicks
  …you bitch… don’t act brand new
  ‘Cause you suck on my dick when you walk in my crib
  Airplane mode, won’t be no duck lips next to Van Gogh
  Dance with the devil, I learned to tango
  “S” on the metal, I wrapped the Range Rove
  Ride to my limits inside the Infinite
  God is my witness, I’ve got the roof in it
  Designed to go win it
  Mismatched rims on the motherfuckin’ Phantom
  Nigga, nigga on God, I’mma spend it
  Compton… Westside, and I’m riding with Kendrick
  [Outro: Kendrick]
  I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again
  Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
  Things I don’t understand
  Sometimes I need to be alone
  Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  I got my drink, I got my music
  I would share it but today I’m yelling
  Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
  Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
  You ain’t heard a chorus like this in a long time
  Don’t you see that long line

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  Street Ridersshow lyrics

  Street Riders

  Game- Im Feeling Like A Muthafuckin Boss Bangin 2pac
  High As A Muthafuckin Queens Bitch Rooftop
  Blowing On This Purple Haze Feeling Invincible
  Sellin Dough, Never Snitch Hood Nigga Principles And
  Byebye Live By And Die By Nigga
  Even When Im Finger Fuckin Hoes Finga On Tha Trigger
  Diamonds In Ma Crucifix Feeling Like A Priest
  Open The Doors Of Ma Garage See That 92 Caprice
  Soldier For The Cause Dont Leave Home Without The Strap
  Know The Map Like The Back Of My Hand Therefore I Trap
  See Them Cars And Them Street Bikes
  Shining In The Street Lights Blowing On This Peace Pipe
  Welcome To The Street Life.
  Akon- Case Me Through The Night,
  Man You Better Believe That Im A Street Rider
  Case Me Through The Night,
  I Keep It Tucked In My Sleeves Cuz Im A Street Rider
  Uh-huh
  Im A Hustler Ghetto Entrepreneur Uh-huh
  And Addicted To Money Causin Holes Uh-huh
  Got My Tommy Tucked And Ready To Draw Uh-huh
  Better Make A Finger Run Screamin Fuck The Law
  Game- The Phantom Cant Hold Me So I Win Ball A Spider
  Nigga
  I Switch Beats Like A Fucking Rough Rider Can There
  Mention Suicide Rims
  Niggas Cant Live It With It Commit Suicide Then Wish
  Cash On A Hater
  Wish Aids On A Slut Take The Ride Kill Me Cuz There
  Aint A Bitch That I Trust
  Im Just Rollin Up This Kush Bout Ta Crash My Girls
  Truck Her Friend Texted Me
  Trying To Kick It Like The World Cup See This Cronic
  Gets The H's Paid
  Trying To Hit The Blunt She A Cunt Hit Her Once And
  Call Her Ass Next Month
  See This Bitches Trying To Stunt And These Niggas Stay
  Hating See Ma Watch
  And Cold Bitch Call That Hoe Sarah Palin All My Albums
  Went Platinum Nigga
  Thanx To The Block Voice Raspy As Ever Nigga Thanx To
  Them Shots Back Reppin
  Aftermath Nigga Thanx To Doc And These Hoes In Ma
  Panamera Thanx To Some Rocks.
  Akon - Chorus

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  Can't Figure It Out

  Cant Figure It Out - The Game ft. Black Wall Street
  Lord forgive me for killin outta control
  Got the spirit of big will pourin outta my soul
  Gangbangin or put a tag on your toes
  If you down for a drive by nigga we gottta role
  I know they hate me 'cause im out chasin dough
  But id rather be doin that
  then dying behind these hoes
  Tell hunned I need sumtin to hold
  Bust a couple of shots in memory of my nigga foe
  You at home nigga
  I swear to god ima empty out this chrome shit and never left you alone I
  Solemnly swear even though you in heaven with mars berg theres still apart of you here and I
  Solemnly swear my nigga was the best at cookin yay
  Since we was yay high
  Im in love with that life
  Dont hate me 'cause that bastard that I am
  Is just the thug in me rite
  [Chorus]
  Lord I cant figure it out
  Why you took my nigga from me
  We out here huggin the block
  All night tryna get this money
  I just cant figure it out
  Why you took my nigga from me
  We out here huggin the block
  All night tryna get this money
  You already know who it is
  And how I play the game
  Wat you think im suppose to change
  'cause I fuk wit game
  Im addicted to these streets
  And this beat is automatic
  Dont speak if you dont wats static(?)
  Say we hit you nigga
  Gotta team of young niggas
  That come and get you nigga
  Grippin 2 2 3's until they flip you nigga
  21 gunshots and new real thugs n killas
  Hey you know I clear the block for my nigga my nigga
  But ima make it happen for ya
  By any means neccessary
  Clear of galride til we berry(???) yea
  Rest in peace bim day(?)
  I serve the whole world to bring ya back
  U know what were my love is at
  Young playa real homie
  You got to feel homie
  And rite now my nigga to hot to chill homie
  You know that deal homie
  Jus keepin it real homie
  And ima ride 44
  Until a nigga kill homie
  [Chorus]
  Lord I cant figure it out
  Why you took my nigga from me
  We out here huggin the block
  All night tryna get this money
  I just cant figure it out
  Why you took my nigga from me
  We out here huggin the block
  All night tryna get this money
  As hard as it is for me
  Homie I got to spit my hearts hurtin
  Sumbody help me
  My niggas not here no more
  Billboard real ass nigga the worlds gonna miss you nigga
  You supposed to be here rite now
  Holdin a movie down
  But now I gotta mourn you now
  Thug, im really not stable
  Last we was watchin cable
  And I feel bout talkin bout rippin piece up(???)
  Wen you left I felt wierd as fuk
  Next mornin my nigga game look sick as fuk
  I new rite there
  Then he said foe is dead
  Why you couldnt take me insteadd
  Damn
  [Chorus]
  Lord I cant figure it out
  Why you took my nigga from me

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  Cali Niggazshow lyrics

  Cali Niggaz

  The Game Speaking
  ------
  From California
  Born in Seminole Hospital nigga,
  November 29, 1979
  On some G shit
  My moms ain't scream or nothing
  And I ain't never cried nigga
  The Game [Screwed]
  ------
  Motherfucker I'm from Compton, the hub city,
  I brought some thugs with me,
  that'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly,
  drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
  love Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
  Welcome to the west side,
  where them Tec's fly,
  dope boys drive them S5's,
  come smoke and get the best high,
  who the fuck said the west died,
  you dead, this the left side,
  I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
  Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
  Leave them with poker faces,
  red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon,
  riding down Wilshire,
  07 Charger, K&M; Filter,
  high speed burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
  My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams,
  I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
  The more gang banging, the more killing,
  the more drug dealing,
  the more cap peeling.
  We all [Cali Niggaz]
  Ya Boy [Screwed]
  ------
  Ay, From Frisco,
  never rode a 6-4,
  they might ghost ride, ghost ride,
  but Ya Boy is low pro.
  Stay on the low though,
  Black Tims, Lacross polo,
  Black peekhole,
  long nose 4-4.
  Ya never got your hands dirty,
  I'm outside with the grams early,
  Puffing life by the gram heard me.
  How's a bird,
  grinding the curb.
  And if I get caught put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas].
  On the block, busting shots with my Cali Niggas,
  fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
  We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas,
  Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
  Trouble makers,
  call them big guns, rumble makers,
  let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker.
  Palm trees,
  big sun with the calm breeze,
  you can call me one of the re, realest [Cali Niggas].
  K-Dot [Screwed]
  ------
  Yes, Southern Cali,
  home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's,
  far from Vegas, but Sin City,
  Abso, put me on it, chronic in the air,
  catch the vapors,
  house parties, hungover through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
  You see I'm from the murderous blocks,
  Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you,
  see it's as hot as a sauna,
  and in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing they momma,
  life of a [Cali Nigga].
  Hip-hop trying to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
  Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
  but we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas.
  never the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
  When ya'll was ditching class over these hoes man,
  I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games.
  That's one years ago, 350 days,
  350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
  I am a good dude to work with,
  destroy your life or destroy these rap verses,
  life's a bitch,
  so I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimburstment.
  Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface,
  at first I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
  dehydrated,
  hungry, frustrated,
  one of the greatest [Cali Niggas]
  Dubb [Screwed]
  ------
  Hey, Hey,
  Hey, Hey,
  I'm on the Wall Street like a stock broker,
  then I'm back to the hood where they pop toasters,
  Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers,
  selling crack in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
  Look, I'm shitting on everything moving,
  this on my chain ain't a label it's a movement,
  fuck with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
  look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts,
  look, a hater shit get drastic,
  you my son, they kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
  I got the internet going nuts,
  bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
  you want beef? What the fuck is up?
  If so when we meet, I got heat for these [Cali Niggas].
  When I spit, the realest will feel something,
  that's why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
  When you shit on the drop my shit pumping,
  a spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
  Me and Hurricane riding in an S5,
  snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive,
  tie the nigga up, show him how the west ride,
  South Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
  Where the best was born,
  make sure your vest is worn,
  cause nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
  nigga's will split ya deck, then pull your card,
  just try to act hard on the boulevard,
  you know it's me in the coupe when I'm speeding through,
  the fiend's say I whip colt like a vehicle.
  It's three birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
  with them three, I take over the whole strip,
  no shit,
  the skinny nigga is no bitch,
  know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas]
  Jay-Rock [Screwed]
  ------
  Crusing through my hood to see whats good,
  my block considered Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
  California, I got my heart in it,
  disrespect, get ya shot, like I'm bartending.
  Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops,
  he the seed of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts.
  Hubbing a dub,
  slugging a snub,
  busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us.
  This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
  gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape,
  riding through the city streets,
  cannon right under my seat,
  chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
  Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate,
  keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
  South Central LA,
  nigga it's the place to be,
  in my house, counting big money is the place for me.
  Blow good dro, and ride G rides,
  gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine,
  Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits,
  Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
  Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool,
  fuck the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's.
  From the block to the booth I'm the realest,
  Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]
  Topic [Screwed] {The Game}
  ------
  Who the fuck want to snatch you from me?
  and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
  cannibal hungry,
  trying to eat till my belly bust,
  I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
  It's boss' life nigga,
  I put it down like I'm dropping the habit,
  smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit.
  Got to have it like a crack fiend,
  counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green.
  Interested in major money and power moves,
  interfere and get em wet up like a shower do,
  that's how we do.
  Street sweep you when we ride up on ya,
  I represent that West Covina, California.
  Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll,
  give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good to go,
  slow flow,
  game cold like a eskimo,
  T.K.O. dawg,
  I think they better let it go,
  lyrical arsenal.
  I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up}
  I can't Game, my game to tight,
  I'm out of sight like Haley's Comet,
  throw up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit,
  bow down to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
  in the city of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
  And I'ma stay clutching, busting the trigger,
  talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]
  Eastwood
  ------
  Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls,
  big body, the same color as Lysol,
  hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off,
  and pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off.
  Block out!, Block out!,
  busting, watch the bike fall,
  I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
  We on some other ish,
  my goons will smother shit,
  from my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips.
  I thug like everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
  he never missed the beat of my heart, and won't neither,
  a true leader,
  in the Ferrari two-seater,
  slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up.
  I'm knocking doors down,
  when I come around,
  better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.
  I represent the city, the home of the Lakers,
  Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.

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  Amen (remix)

  There’s a lot of sad people in the building, amen
  Bad men got people killing, god damn
  We gotta pray for our people children, amen
  I tell you I done let that pussy out
  So I can light them up just like a church, preach
  You let them out he getting murked, preach
  Who in prison gonn kill him first, preach
  You gonna be riding in a hearse, oh preach
  In that maserati to be, smoking on that u we
  Try not to brag, but I keep the cash
  Got 50 racks in my louie, got 40 more in my cuji
  She riding round in my new me
  So the fuck to feel my jury on
  She mad about it bitch sue me
  Yeah she blew me, that was last week
  She call yesterday, I put her on her knees
  And I let her pray, and I kicked her out
  I gotta do me
  Niggas always talking like they spit hard in the game
  I done ... I done battlefield for no still sitting in
  my ranch
  Playing battlefield with a bad bitch swerving in and
  out of them lanes
  You don’t like me you can kiss my ass, my pinky ring
  and my chain
  I done so reckless, I done so hoes, I done so weed and
  cane
  Got the game sold up, nigga hold up down south I’m
  wayne
  Pitssburgh I’m with, new york I’m jay
  Atl I’m andre, and in the mai a rose
  Bitch pass the rose, I’m spazzing out, they ass is out
  I’m cashing out kesha
  Niggas gonna bring bad beemers
  Resurrect round easter, get my check around real
  Get my Rolls Royce ...renew my french bitch visa
  And hit the church, preach
  Nigga so good I got a curs, preach
  I threw that Bentley in reverse, preach
  Preach, I just wanna thank god
  For all the pretty women he let into my life
  All the benjamins he left me to count
  Wealth, for my family
  And let me ball with these niggas
  Now it's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh,
  Amen)
  A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
  I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
  I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
  when
  And I say church (Preach)
  We make it light up like a church (Preach)
  She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
  Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)
  Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
  Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the
  holy ghost
  Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin' broke
  Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
  And I lay back, she go cray
  Fuck me good, but she no stay
  Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
  Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
  Plus I'm on probation, when they test me I just pee
  Rozay
  Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and
  all
  Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to
  ball
  Lookin' like a million plus, fresh I'm out that corner
  store
  Hater I be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all
  I'm stackin' money to the ceiling
  All this ice that's in my Rollie I be chillin'
  And I just made a couple million
  So I could take care of them children
  Now it's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh,
  Amen)
  A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
  I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
  I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
  when
  And I say church (Preach)
  We make it light up like a church (Preach)
  She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
  Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)
  Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a
  plane
  Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
  I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
  For niggas jumpin' the fence I hope you niggas can
  float
  And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how
  they livin'
  And loanin' a little money and keepin' 'em out of
  prison
  I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the
  basics
  Of growin' up with your friends and becoming the one
  that made it, Yes lord!
  All gold, man I got these bitches soul
  Talkin' bout these other rappers getting old is even
  getting old
  Worry 'bout your followers, you need to get your
  dollars up
  Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
  And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood
  enough
  Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole
  life putting up
  Ain't no telling when I go, so there ain't shit that
  I'mma wait for
  I'm the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just
  prayed for
  Nigga, church
  Now it's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh,
  Amen)
  A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
  I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
  I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
  when
  And I say church (Preach)
  We make it light up like a church (Preach)
  She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
  Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)
  Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win
  And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let
  her in
  And if she knock I let her in
  I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet
  again
  I'm screamin' "Oh Lord"
  That pussy good, that pussy good
  I'm tryin to hold on
  I wish I could, you think I should?
  She got that million dollar body
  Shawty my Bugatti
  And she said she got a man
  We keep it secret illuminati
  (Got Patron On deck)
  And Ciroc all in my bottle
  (Push it all on here)
  She was on that Repressitol
  (She take it all off)
  And I take her off
  And this bitch spinnin' like I hit the lotto
  Now it's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh,
  Amen)
  A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
  I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
  I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
  when
  And I say church (Preach)
  We make it light up like a church (Preach)
  She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
  Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach).

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  Cocaine

  [ Verse One ]
  I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep
  I put five in ya, jeep - leave a nigga sleep
  Now you six feet deep over bullshit
  Got a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull shit
  The ghetto dont make G's and mo niggaz
  Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggaz
  Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow nigga
  I'm a rider - thug live til I die
  Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society
  Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg
  I'm gangsta like Hennesy and Alizay, thug passion
  Ride or die til they kill me and put me in thugs mansion
  Gang bangin, this California life-style got me heated
  They want me burried so I don't leave with out the Desert Eagle
  Shoot first, ask questions on way to county jail
  Kill a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma make bail
  I'm troublesome
  [ Verse Two ]
  If I die tonight - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends
  'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and nines
  I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin
  Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heaven
  So here is my confession to my unborn child
  If five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smile
  I lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and ditches
  One finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life of a sinner
  These motherfuckers wanna see me doing life in the pen
  I'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin again
  My competition is none, I'm on the mission with guns
  Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride
  My enemies is bitches - they plottin on my riches
  Can't walk in the street with out paparazzi taking pictures
  Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
  These niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffin
  I'm troublesome
  [ Verse Three ]
  Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo's
  Packing pistols and drinking belvy and Grey Goose out the bottle
  No role models, only killas and fiends
  Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues
  If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying
  let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poet
  Babtized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers
  I'm a product of my childhood years
  My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around
  One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound
  California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
  One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming
  They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip
  And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me
  Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert
  and pay homage to the hardest rap legends
  I'm troublesome

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  Yonkers Freestyle Base

  I'm a motherfucking father of faggots
  Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
  Plus I'm a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off
  till I'm fucking your asthma proper
  And that's a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid
  tap
  Cause that's exactly let's hope that you fucking
  faggot, you punk
  To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking
  magazines
  All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that
  nothing matters
  And you're wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna
  Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
  That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about
  how much she wants to [moans]
  I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
  Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone
  to fucking listen
  And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay
  attention
  Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think
  about it?
  Why just knock it off your rock and fuckin' drink and
  shout out
  What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit
  you think is outlet
  Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
  Keep pumpin' your fuckin' fist to this bullshit
  Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
  Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
  Loose on the run from the fuckin' law that shoot your
  guns at
  Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you planned to be
  aren't you?
  It's fuckin' dangerous and harmful for just one
  statement of lawsuite
  This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
  But that's not gonna make us remorse

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  1970 Somethin'

  19, 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somthin'
  [Verse 1 - Notorious B.I.G.]
  1970 somethin'
  Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late
  So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
  In this world, the fly girl
  Tangere or Hennessy until I called Earl
  Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
  I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
  While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
  New York, New York ready for the lights of this
  Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
  2:19 is when my mama's water burst
  No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself
  To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
  Umbilical chord's wraped around my neck
  I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first
  step
  I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
  The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
  [Hook - Notorious B.I.G. w/ vocals from Faith Evans]
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  [Verse 2 - The Game]
  Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
  Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my Left Eye
  With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Sty
  Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high
  If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
  In 2006, it might sound like this
  NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's
  With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge
  High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
  Puerto Ricans with fat asses
  Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes
  On models in S classes for you bastards
  Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin'
  You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wraped
  in plastic
  Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'?
  I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum
  [Hook - Notorious B.I.G. w/ vocals from Faith Evans]
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  [Verse 3 - Notorious B.I.G.]
  Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream
  On the drug scene, fuck the football team
  Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen
  Hearin' the coach scream, made my lifetime dream
  I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
  So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
  Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself
  Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
  Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it
  Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it
  Rap was secondary, money was necessary
  Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
  Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight
  Not able to move, behind a great steel gate
  Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
  All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
  [Outro - Notorious B.I.G. w/ vocals from Faith Evans]
  19, 70 somethin'
  19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin'
  Nine, 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
  1970 somethin'
  Nine, teen, seventy, somethin'
  1970 somethin'

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  Gameshow lyrics

  Game

  (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

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  Hit The J

  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)

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  We Ain't

  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

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  Red Nation (ft. Lil Wayne)

  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

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  Versace (remix)

  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
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  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
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  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
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  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
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace
  Versace Versace

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  Good Girls Gone Badshow lyrics

  Good Girls Gone Bad

  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

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  Untold Story

  (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

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  Pot Of Gold

  [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!

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  Judas Closet

  [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]

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  Doctor's Advocate

  [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...

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  Speakers On Blast

  (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

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  Too Much

  [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

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  California Vacationshow lyrics

  California Vacation

  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,

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  Game

  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,

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  Lookin' At You

  (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...

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  Game

  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

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  LAX

  [Ne-Yo]
  mmmmmm, ohhohhh, Hey!
  [Game]
  Picture me and my gangsta girl, riding with the top back.
  Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck freeyo, my sox hat,
  tilted to the side like you know i get my grind on.
  Get my shine on.
  Jewelry Black in all rhinestones.
  Rims spinning like a globe, on these low pros.
  Do it big cause im supposed to floss,
  and thats the reason she break me off.
  Cause im gangsta,
  and im ridin wit..
  [Ne-Yo]
  Ne-Yo, its a thug and a gentleman.
  Rollin like a boss through,
  no matter the cost too,
  kept tryin to brag, what? money not a issue.
  Don't let your girl see us.
  That might make her diss you.
  Cause if she roll wit us,
  she wont even miss you.
  [Game]
  Pop rubber bands when i throw a stack,
  before it hit the ground she throw it back.
  When i make it rain thats chump change,
  that pay for the 26 on my range range range drive drive,
  take the wheel while i roll and slide,
  climb over to the passenger side and freeze.
  [Ne-Yo]
  And once again its on,
  You should take a picture with your camera phone.
  Playa she not comin home,
  and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture
  she gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me.
  [Game]
  If you dont know by now baby im a star,
  look at my face,
  look at my car,
  look at my waist then look at my scars.
  look out da window see where we are.
  In my phantom, in my rover, bangin..
  [Ne-Yo]
  Ne-Yo, its a thug and a gentleman.
  she aint never rolled in a car wit da suicide,
  Girl when its you and I, they commitin suicide.
  All of them want, my girl.
  Cause she pretty and thick in the thighs.
  Homie dont mastermind,
  do a song wit suicide.
  [Game]
  She call me Jay, I call her B,
  we gettin married, to the streets.
  I'm chasin money, she chasin me.
  I'm right where i wanna be,
  with da B on my bentley,
  da horse on my lambo,
  crown on my cadalac,
  Checks on my air max.
  Haters, better fall back,
  before i put somin in your ball cap.
  Thats my chick, i got her back like a bra strap.
  Cause she fine and she cute,
  she think she all that, and she all that.
  thats my girl thats my world,
  [Ne-Yo]
  And once again its on,
  You should take a picture with your camera phone.
  Playa she not comin home,
  and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture
  she gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me.
  Game can you take a picture?
  Ne-Yo can you take a picture?
  We've been waitin all night, just to take a picture wit you.
  Game can you take a picture?
  Ne-Yo can you take a picture?
  We've been waitin all night, just to take a picture wit you.
  [Game]
  Grab da wheel take control,
  and let your hair blow inside my lambo.
  Pull out ya phone, picture that.
  Take it home let ya man know im hitin that.
  while im hitin that,
  she send it back,
  she drop it low,
  we about to blow.
  Me and N-E-dash-Y-O yo girl know.
  she so ciara,
  so eve,
  so mariah,
  so Be,
  she so Trina,
  I'm R kelly,
  she remind me of my goldies.
  im cooly high, im cochi,
  she a 34 D, im so pleased.
  im so so def, she so janet,
  im JD and she full of me.
  In da H2 we fold deep through the NYC off no sleep.
  i hate to drive but i break it wide,
  when im ridin wit my shawty.
  I'd kidnap her and neva take her home,
  ridin off bangin ne-yo sittin on chrome,
  in that mazaradi, see the paparazi,
  they (flick flick flick)..she gone.
  [Ne-Yo]
  And once again its on,
  You should take a picture with your camera phone.
  Playa she not comin home,
  and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture,
  she gonna roll wit me.
  if i let her take a picture
  she gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me,
  gonna roll wit me.
  woooahhohh

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  The Red Album

  This nigga been shot, but you already know that
  He went to jail recently and Monster Kody taught him
  "This ain't no place for you, you see bein' locked up 24 hours a day
  That shit ain't gangsta,
  you see bein' outside takin' care of your family
  That's the most gangsta shit a nigga could ever do"
  He said "The shit ideal for takin' em out the hood
  Givin' em a chance to be some motherfuckin' body
  Now that shit was gangsta"

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  CONFESSION

  Turn me up in the headphones a little, I want everybody to hear this shit
  Chorus
  This is my confession, you can take time to listen or turn your back on me, but this my confession, the life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangster, look at me now
  Game
  How the fuck would you feel if you had to share every meal, every night with your foster brothers and sisters, I think about my mom and I missed her, nights after watching the A-Team when I kissed her. I used to want to be Mr. T or Murdoc, which one was it uhhh, than I heard shots, it was coming from a 133rd block, where them Westside piru niggas birds pop, and the crips ain't far way you got nothing block gray streets in the PJ's when niggas 15 years old with beards like freeway and you can die over he say and she say. Like your cousin told my brothers baby mama that game did started that drama in the projects, yeah the same one that they said carmello got robbed at, but I talked to him he said it didn't happen, nigga you play ball, I be the rapper. I don't give a fuck about nba ass niggas (fuck em') anyway nigga, I aint make it nigga I play ball, nigga im jealous nigga. You don't play for the lakers anyway.
  Chorus
  Lil' Eazy
  Everybody wanna know about eazys son, till I raise my white tee and they seen this gun, yeah the second coming of a nigga with a attitude out of compton, a 100 miles miles and running, kelly park to the rucker they don't like me to fuck em', the shit in my blood so ima die a hustler, its nothing, when we ride through your hood busting that 6-4 impala that some color as mustard, eric wright junior, nigga the shoe fit, never thought I be in new york fuckin' with whookid, you niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint, blue chucks on me walking a blue pit, 7:45 same blue tint, the diary of a mad man, heres my two cents, I stared in my pops eyes when he was in his last days, how he go from bronchitis and die from aids, fuck that

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  Wow

  [Verse 1: Game]
  My car, my bitch nigger, everything major
  My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
  Indiana hoosers don't get more about the laser
  What your fucking team up, meaning [?]
  Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
  Black 24's lips fatter than Fantasia's
  Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
  And her name Su Woo, isn't it ironic?
  My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit
  Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger I'm not Islamic
  All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
  Devil in the rear view, heaven's the only option
  Angel on the hood like reverend runs [?]
  The day I'm feeling good riding in his holy ghost
  Hate me like I'm god's son wanna see you deceased
  Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus
  piece
  [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
  Balling, like Amauri
  I'm not an athlete but it's a track beat
  I'm on a great run, the world love me
  So love to hate me, it's all gravy
  So icy, so [?] ice cream on my face it ain't your face
  nigger
  I'm on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom
  While you cross counters, we cross continents
  Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette
  I'm not a pumpkin, I trap [?]
  I got irons, squares for you
  Power for goons, prepare for you
  So where the move blood I'm tattooed [?]
  I'm a straight thug, I keep a [?]
  So where the move blood I'm tattooed [?]
  I'm a straight thug, I keep a [?]
  [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
  [Verse 3: Game]
  [?] we onto something major
  Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
  Down goes Frasier, my shooters like [?]
  And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
  We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians
  Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers
  Click clapping, what's happening 4 5 at you haters
  Keep yapping, I'm clapping, T.I. know we Takers
  Nigger I don't give a damn [?] cellophane
  Get your boss on your phone cause we don't fuck with
  middle men
  Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man
  Where I'm from it's off at your dome for just a
  kilogram
  Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
  Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was
  the case
  This summer is ours ain't a motherfucker safe
  And in a fall, I'm putting 5 mil in a fucking safe
  [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
  Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced
  out
  My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
  You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

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  Nightmares

  Lock and load
  Lock and load nigga x2
  Im havin' nightmares nightmares nightmares
  I hope you aint in my nightmares nightmares nightmares
  Coz if I see you in my nightmares nightmares nightmares
  I'll kill your ass in my nightmares nightmares nightmares
  If I kill you in my nightmares your ass aint comin back
  Remember that freddy crueger movie yeah im somthin' like that
  Im from the darkside, lock n load, let that chrome hawk fly, feel that california heat everytime the sparks fly
  Nah I don't talk shit, roll up in that dark tint, hit everything im aiming at, im a motherfuckin marksman, red dot, red range, red rocks in my chain red polo man on my shirt, red runnin through my veins, put you to sleep, never wake your ass up, feelin' the heat, that's the devil he wakin your ass up, so get your motherfuckin' escalade gased up, put that fire to that backwood and take your last tuff.
  You havin nightmares about me
  I haunt you in your nightmares you can't sleep
  Wakin up in cold sweats they call the police
  Coz im a nightmare a nightmare x2
  New york new york, standin ontop of them sky scrappers, one hand on my dick, the other hand chasin paper
  Rap niggas got me fucked up thinkin' they can fade me, started jumpin' on my squad, they runnin' round talkin crazy
  Better respect the king and show enough, here's my converse, I put that pen to that pad, kill your ass in one verse, im a killer B, im on my wu-tang shit, I've ben gases raekwon told me that I can spit, niggas feel me in the south, niggas feel me in the north, niggas gotta feel my style, you see them wheels on that porsche, its the getaway car, in your dreams motherfucker, go to sleep and wake up to a beam mother fucker.
  You havin nightmares about me
  I haunt you in your nightmares you can't sleep
  Wakin up in cold sweats they call the police
  Coz im a nightmare a nightmare x2
  Mirror mirror on the wall, should I stay or should I fall
  Im still standing here x2
  Put my motherfuckin 2's on, man im a fool holmes
  Walk through lil weezy & baby hood with all blue on
  Walk through jeezy hood with red, nigga my mind gone, im half dead half baked, my mind wasn't all there, a few screws loose is what the doctor told me, but I lived through surgery, and checked out after you sewed me up, you did you shit for snoop, nigga dre gon' come back, then he did that shit for pac, so nigga dre gon' come back, remember its game time, its still game time, still got my nine on me like the rob behind the finish line, i truck niggas, you dump truck niggas, I wanted to be a rock boy, then I woke up chigga,
  Niggas keep havin' nightmares about me
  I haunt you in your nightmares you can't sleep
  Wakin up in cold sweats they call the police
  Coz im a nightmare a nightmare
  You havin nightmares about me,
  I haunt you in your nightmares you can't sleep
  Wakin up in cold sweats you call the police
  Coz im a nightmare a nightmare

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  Walkin In The Rain

  The Game:
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  thomas:
  (southside stand up)
  yo yo size 12 Converse throught the back door
  and a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe
  Rim low khaki stayed creased up
  It has been that way since B.street (what)
  Hood niggaz need Ben Wallace to block shots
  but young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock
  Do the snake on them
  I blow out his candles and spill the whole birthday cake on em
  Aint nothing fake homey
  this is classical music and I'm the Los Angelas Beethoven
  And the wait is over
  M.O.B is gonna bang 'cause Game is the crack
  This aint ova
  The Game:
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  Technic:
  Sitting in a hoving tank
  No shoe strings or belt
  Hit up The Game
  Mayne I need all ya help
  nigga I got teh toe jamz
  'cause my nigga jt wrote this mayng
  Out on bail
  Soon as my Chucks hits the pavement
  Touch my bucks and leave the whole world in amazement
  Courdroys creazed up
  Name on the back left
  Throwing up the DC
  Since niggaz want act deaf
  Banging nothing but the .38 untill he back fresh
  Dieing for nothing living for everything
  On the blacktef
  And its a mess
  When the 44 hits ya brains
  Send a lil homie get ya chain
  M.O.B.
  Yeah fuck the clique ya claim
  From N.Y.C. to C.P.T.
  This L.B.C.
  The Game:
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  Eastwood:
  Blood in Blood out
  Tell the Crips to stay locing
  Them niggaz doing time in the pen remain focused
  The WestCoast was sleeping
  The Game woke him
  Its a hard knock live
  Yeah Word to Jay Hova
  The flow is straight jolla
  Fuck your payrolla
  This hennesy making it harder to stay sober
  When from gray skies to pushing the grey Rover
  Hes pushin up flowers at the 38 foldem
  Like it or not I might pop back at the cops
  as long as i make it home before the album drops
  Yeah and its the gunnerman
  Its the 500 grand
  And I dont want to talk what we did at Summerjam (damn)
  The Game:
  Chi town this how we get down.
  ATL, MIA
  I love New York but i rock my..
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain
  L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
  Im walking in the rain

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  Down (lloyd Banks Diss)

  (The Game)
  That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin',
  You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed,
  Or he gon' get a black tux,
  And a free wake,
  How my bow tie lookin'?,
  You ready?,
  Let's go.
  When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down)
  If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, oooh well)
  Automatic rifle,
  And i'm blastin' on sight so,
  Ski mask, i'm psycho,
  My gun got night scope.
  Two in the head knocked em, (down, down)
  From Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
  Touch kids like Michael,
  One roll of the dice, oh!,
  You wanna gamble wit' your life,
  Nigga die slow.
  Now your casket goin', (down, down)
  Tony Yayo tried to run,
  I chased him, (down, oooh well)
  Cause' I hate the Jakes,
  Pat him down take his cake,
  He wanna be a clown nigga,
  Might as well paint his face.
  And that's how I get, (down, down)
  Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, oooh well)
  Used to ride wit' em',
  Slice up the pie wit' em',
  Got kicked out the group,
  'cause I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.
  And that's how it went, (down, down)
  At Hot 97 we came, (down, oooh well)
  Had Thirty niggas wit' me,
  Niggas that sport the Dickies,
  Hoppin' out of cabs,
  We just want to talk to 50.
  We wanna know what's goin' (down, down)
  Security pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
  Had to shake the block,
  I ain't tryna' face the cops,
  Heard a couple shots,
  Then I seen shell cases drop.
  Told P-nut to get, (down, down)
  I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
  I said,"homie we can't leave em'",
  What if my nigga dyin',
  Soon as we hit Houston then,
  We heard police sirens.
  Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down)
  Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well)
  He on both knees,
  Blood squirtin' out his jeans,
  Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene.
  Either way it's goin', (down, down)
  So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, oooh well)
  Broadway in a black suburban,
  One thing on my mind,
  Go hard til' them fags get murdered.
  'cause he tried to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
  But he survived and now he goin' (down, oooh well)
  To the station,
  Police at the Double-U waitin'
  On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em'.
  They wanna take a nigga, (down, down)
  We on the same elevator goin', (down, oooh well)
  Dodger fitted,
  Got the Hova lean,
  So they ain't notice me,
  Now they mad as fuck,
  And gotta watch my Range Rover leave.
  Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
  It's to Philly so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
  Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X,
  Kicked up my Air Nikes,
  Then I slept the whole flight.
  Had a dream about it goin', (down, down)
  Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh well)
  Missed the palm trees,
  Sunshinin' everyday,
  New York's my second home,
  But from in L.A.
  And i hold shit, (down, down)
  The throne was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well)
  And just handled my biz,
  Theres two sides to every westside story,
  And I just tell it like it is.
  And that's how it went, (down, down)
  On my son that's all that went, (down, oooh well)
  So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
  And radio stations nigga you know what happened.
  Me and Lloyd Banks aint, (down, down)
  Keep talkin' shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)
  You niggas ran out the backdoor nigga,
  All I wanted to do was holla man,
  To see what was what.
  Y'all was too fuckin' scared to come, (down, down)
  You've been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
  So fuck y'all nigga,
  And it's like that,
  For life.

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  Bulletproof Diaries

  [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

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  We Gorillaz

  [Intro - Juice: talking]
  Yo let me tell you something right now
  That crazy muthafucka goin down
  and im makin for Goddamn sure that none
  of us is going down with him
  [The Game: talking]
  700 bars for your
  Faggot Ass Niiggas
  my album done, its friday, and i aint got shit to do
  [Game:]
  here the breakdown
  fuck you nigga fuck your click
  The whole world getting tired of that G-G-G
  [Juice:]
  Switch, Fuck fif-
  [Game:]
  No you cant say that
  [Juice:]
  2 buttons up a drop, mayback?
  [Game:]
  NAAHHH nigga
  [Juice:]
  Well blackwall say fuck 'em all nigga
  [Game:]
  Let them shots fly and pour out the hard liquor
  They say the 40 ounce make the grass grow
  And when we hit the corner we spittin like Jazz-O
  [Juice:]
  Jazz-O? that nigga taught jigga how to rhyme
  [Game:]
  He aint teach jigga how to rhyme
  O well, bar for bar nigga line for line
  Me and juice go back like the hands of time
  REWIND
  [Juice:]
  back in AZ, bangin AZ
  sugarhill in the cutlass with no AZ
  [Game:]
  AZ like green for the lakers
  .45 on ya chest Red beam for the haters
  [Juice:]
  Haters, spin the crabs like vegas
  We Throwin chips out yall stackin papers
  Smash through Jacob cuffs On the cases
  Open it up im just cleaning my bracelet
  [Game:]
  Time for a facelift change up the bazzle
  Your elevator going down not on my level
  The penthouse sleepin
  [Juice:]
  more house freakin
  [Game:]
  Compton the hampton we back for the weekend
  We leave niggas leakin like water in the projects
  [Juice:]
  And my flow hot like water in the projects
  [Game:]
  We on the fifth flow hangin like grubman
  [Juice:]
  Its a new jack city im gutter man
  We from the gutter man
  Did I st-stutter man?
  Benjamin franklin in the choke whole rubberband
  [Game:]
  I got it Luis Vitton wallet
  No cash lets ask the black card to solid
  [Juice:]
  Hard black like the Bentley coup
  Hop in ill show ya bitch what the Bentley do
  V12 Im sickly the truth
  [Game:]
  And my name aint mike im tha mothafuckin booth
  POOF
  Get lost mofucka
  Still mad that my team lost at the rucker
  [Juice:]
  Here go Ashanti
  [Game:]
  Where she at ill fuck her
  [Juice:]
  I thought you liked rihanna
  [Game:]
  I came for the drama
  [Juice:]
  What about missy?
  [Game:]
  Nigga you can miss me
  [Juice:]
  I take paris you take you take Nicole richie
  [Game:]
  Nah they too prissy
  [Juice:]
  What about when we was backstage with Olivia
  [Game:]
  I smell something fishy
  360 like vince for the Nets
  the pench hit the fence
  [Juice:]
  Cops come we got to jet
  [Game:]
  Jet, like a G-4 nigga?
  [Juice:]
  Juice blowin up like C-4 Nigga
  [Game:]
  Want a war nigga
  Its me and 4 niggas
  You such a pi-po with the .44 nigga
  Look out ya window see more niggas
  [Juice:]
  We at your backdoor takin D-tour nigga
  Run in ya house put a gun in ya mouth
  Make shure she aint pregnant put 1 on her spouse
  [Game:]
  Ow shit we out 2 villains on the move
  Spittin harder then LL on crush-groove
  [Juice:]
  We new skool but we old skool gangsters
  [Game:]
  Peace to Ja Rule, payback for wanksta
  [Juice:]
  Hot Rod step back im anxious
  I shake ya after you juck buck and banks up
  [Game:]
  B.Dub.S
  [Juice:]
  As Its time to change up
  [Game:]
  Drinks on us tonight put your change up
  And your chains up, we gorillaz in the club
  [Juice:]
  Well fuck you Orangutans up
  [Game:]
  Welcome to the jungle
  [Juice:]
  Aw man you aint ready to swing with tarzan
  [Game:]
  We go hard like elephant tusk
  [Juice:]
  And you niggaz peanuts you can never be us
  [Game:]
  We on a level with bus
  like papoose when the gat loose SLAY what up?
  [Juice:]
  Three wheel motion when the tray lift up
  [Game:]
  I got a new west-coast nigga dre look up
  [Juice:]
  Juice mothafucka got the game shook up
  [Game:]
  Prodajay of the nigga with the flaming chucks, what
  [Juice:]
  Time to stay my name nigga back up
  Niggas get wrapped up bitches get smacked up
  Az songs niggas know what im about
  [Game:]
  Backstage bodyguard
  [Juice:]
  Knockin niggas out
  [Game:]
  Holdin up chronic on ya magazine cover
  Next month im on the front solo mofucka
  .45 in the polo mofucka, all chrome on the low-low mofucka
  Gotta let them know mofucka
  You jermaine dupri niggas rhyming So-So mothafucka
  [Juice:]
  For you old mothafuckas and ya slow mothafuckas
  This is not a low-blow mothafucka
  [Game:]
  Grey hair
  [Juice:]
  You getting old mothafucka
  [Game:]
  Stay there
  [Juice:]
  Im bout to blow mothafucka
  [Game:]
  All over the globe mothafucka
  I kick shit like Brandon lee in the Crow mothafucka
  And we freestyle shit just for fun
  You niggas doin drive by's with a paintball gun
  Niggas dont wanna get the war started
  [Juice:]
  And betta nit hoodies make a way for the target
  [Game:]
  Nigga miss me with that ice cream shit
  [Juice:]
  Unless you lickin ice-cream from my dick
  [Game:]
  I used to walk through the hood with a bag of bricks
  When the world thought kim was a nasty bitch
  [Juice:]
  Ten years later we kick classy shit
  [Game:]
  We aint negotiating nuthin we be crawlin through your vents
  Fallin through the cealing with a squad full of killers
  Juice let them know wassup
  [Juice:]
  Yo Game We Gorillaz
  [Game & Juice talking:]
  [Game:]
  ey juice you gotta stop dissin niggas man
  [Juice:]
  Maannn fuck that
  [Game:]
  Nah man you gotta listen to me man
  Ya gotta stop dissin these niggas
  [Juice:]
  Mann fuck that
  [Game:]
  Im telling you man that shit aint gonna get you now where man
  u gotta stop dissin niggas man
  [Juice:]
  Man Fuck that
  [Game:]
  Aight nigga you gonna learn, keep on bein hardhead
  [Juice:]
  G-G-G-G-Unot
  [Game:]
  [laughing]
  Nigga you a rookie
  Nigga dont even know how to say that shit right
  [Juice]
  Fuck it
  [Game]
  Wasn't me
  B.W.S
  BITCH!

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  Game

  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

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  G Unit Crip

  (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

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  The Funeral

  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!

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  All Doggs Go To Heavenshow lyrics

  All Doggs Go To Heaven

  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

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  All The Way Goneshow lyrics

  All The Way Gone

  (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)

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  Ali Bomayeshow lyrics

  Ali Bomaye

  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

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  Trend Setter

  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

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  Southsideshow lyrics

  Southside

  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]

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  Supermanshow lyrics

  Superman

  [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

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  Trunk Music

  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

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  911 Is A Joke

  I'ma muthafuckin' animal cannibal hannibal lecter
  silence the lambs with a .45 in my hand
  Ruthless
  knock a muthafuckin' cop toothless
  payback's a bitch 4 that Rodney King shit
  16 years later a muthafuckin' madman
  louder than the drums in the California bandstand
  head nigga in charge hnic
  that's me
  born in raise in the Cpt
  I get funkier than the funky drummer in the Roots band
  stomp harder than muthafuckin' Jodeci boots and
  I get psycho
  shoot like Michael
  when I say fuck the pigs I ain't talkin' 'bout white
  folk
  so don't get offended
  or apprehended my ak-47 back with a vengence
  so shine them fuckin' lights in the back of my car
  I might kill yo ass in 2000 raw
  cause I'ma cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  I'ma nigga with a additude the human grenade
  the beastie boys when I grab a fuckin' mic on the stage
  I get wicked
  kick shit like I was born with a muthafuckin' soccer
  field on my lawn
  stay with the 8ball
  like MJG
  I hate the muthafuckin' pigs cause them pigs hate me
  and I should kill 51 cops
  for the 51 shots
  that they gave that fuckin' kid in New York
  I'm mad
  that the KKK traded the sheets and the robes for a gun
  and a muthafuckin badge
  and I ain't never shot a cop but if they do me like
  Huey P Newton
  I'm pullin' glocks
  I refuse to let a pig run away from a farm
  and put them muthafuckin' handcuffs on my arm
  I bet the government got Obama in the scope
  cause 911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cause I'ma cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  San Quentin to Rikers, Folsom to Susan
  the pen ain't nothin' but a family reunion
  full of niggas that don't give a fuck about a bad cop
  that Denzel in Training Day shit'll get yo ass shot
  cause in 2000 raw we ain't playing that
  you scared of us we scared of ya'll so we staying
  strapped
  before I let a muthafucka kill me in the streets
  it'll be a gold plated badge under them sheets
  cause you muthafuckas corrupted
  can't be trusted
  bullet-proof vest wearing always on that tough shit
  punk ass police pull me outta my seat
  what make a muthafucka wanna plant drugs on me
  is it cause I'm black and I rap got tats
  on my face and my back and was born in the trap
  screw face when they roll up
  it's cool nigga hold up
  so my son don't grow up
  to be a muthafuckin'
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke
  cop killa
  911 is a muthafuckin' joke

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  Gameshow lyrics

  Game

  [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

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  Children's Story

  Featuring: Game
  Uncle chucky
  Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please
  Alright
  You kids get to bed ill get the story book
  Heeeeereeeee weeee go
  Slam the impala door and want do ya see
  Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me
  I had phat red laces in my addidas
  Big chain around my neck like mardi grass
  So I stepped up to them (?) far from here
  One nigga lifts his shirt then yells out "yeah"
  So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car
  I was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh"
  So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit
  It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip
  Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car
  Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the star
  One nigga walks in, then here comes two
  "what did you do"
  I shot!
  Are you crazy fool?
  One nigga hit the ground then the other two scrammed
  Now the cops are outside
  Well ill be damned
  It was 7:15 on my rolex watch
  And I cant do the time that my rolex got
  And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way
  Ran around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat away
  And impala passes, its my homeboy clyde
  He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride
  It was a clean six fo, orignal inside
  With no key in the ignition
  Whered you get this clyde?
  Nevermind, I'm out, its a stolen whip
  And I'm already runnin from the cops and shit
  So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard
  Then clyde yells out "you stupid bastard"
  So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost get hit
  I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit
  I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on
  Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on
  I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long beach
  Cause in california the gangs in arms reach
  He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me
  So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his barklys
  I ain't seen these since 92'
  I'm feelin like a bad boy without the shiny suit
  Here the cops come, shit, so I hide behind a honda
  (?)
  In the car kissin (?)
  Little did he know he was suckin my dick
  I start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturb
  But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third
  He said sure, waddup game hop in
  He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea
  Before we get to third drop me off right here
  So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear
  As I walked into the store they could see I was in a rush
  So they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucks
  Walked out the store, looked left, oh no
  Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0
  So I ran real quick, made a move to the back
  And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack
  Said sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back door
  Then I kicked the shit open, you wont believe who I saw
  Its chris in handcuffs, pointin at me
  And the cops made him chase me before they let him free
  One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed
  I got away with more time, and they both got pissed
  Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe
  'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be snoop
  So I ran up the car and said yo snoop
  The cops got me on the run need a ride (?)
  Hell yeah bigg snoop, little homie hop in
  He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends
  Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
  This another story about the wrong path
  I had a big day, so I reclined my seat
  It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T
  Walked straight up to my house, pulled out my key
  Its my girl playin (?)

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  Stunner Shades

  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