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One Night One Night I only **** wit'chu, on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I would be broke, if I would be wit'chu That is why it's fo' one night I'm a mother****in gangbangin nightmare, wake up mother****ers I traded in my white Nike Airs For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood My own niggaz actin like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I showed niggaz the Bentley then let you drive it Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage When we was fightin with Crips it wasn't about no dollars It was about sellin dope to put our kids through college I'm sittin on the block, reminiscin for hours Wipin my tears cause now half of my niggaz is cowards And I was still ****in with niggaz, after I got shot And didn't get one hospital visit My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this It hurt my heart, to say this shit Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real This ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell I don't front about shit I pull my gun up out shit And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells, I ain't get One keep your head up, all I got was keep it real Keep it real my niggaz? Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz After the bullshit, I stayed right there Took you to award shows, there go J right there Where? Right there! I had all you niggaz in suits Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last twelve months been a ****in nightmare This shit worse than arguin with my bitch I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit Nigga you tell me, what'chu want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu? Oh now it's **** Game, nah nigga **** you I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru And the reality is, I could die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you We can both ride, angels flyin over my head Stoned but the devils inside yo' box You wanted my shine so I gave you ice Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice Black Wall Street fo' life Only **** with you on two occasions When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high I only, **** with you... The Game |
Promised Land Promised Land Sometimes I wonder Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh [The Game] I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you Moms said I would grow up and be just like you From what you did to my sister she disliked you Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits And I'm far from finished, gamin 'til my coffee diminish Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin, huh [The Game] Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me explain Eight years before the game, everything came with pain Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame My father, that have the same name as his father My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree I can see him rollin over in his coffin I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter Man you oughta, be dead in a grave But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward Woulda been dead in an hour Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, mother****er [The Game] All my niggaz listen, huh I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all Though I made it dog I still stress for y'all Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far Pray to God my niggaz see through all the checks and the cars I'm tryin to invest in what's ours, gimme a couple of years dog I'll turn your tears stress and your scars into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard I'm tryin to watch my kids wrestlin yours Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all I know sometimes it get hard Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars Havin a child is like a blessing from God You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in that bar I feel your pain, this shit is rippin my heart But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme I know what you're feelin, I'm wripin ya tears ma, it could happen in time For now I take your tear strife sufferin, imagine it mine, huh... The Game |
Put It In The Air Put It In The Air [19 second instrumental to open] [Sky] Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing on the West, ever since the death of Tupac Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops And it's still nothin for me to get you shot You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my limp Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs [The Game] Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'****ers [The Game] I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped I love this shit, I work and I'm good I ain't on corner ****ers but I'm still in the hood I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin **** The Source, I got my own magazines man I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies I'm like them Philly nigs that come through "Early" Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company" You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B [Sky] I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose A million miles a minute is how my block moves I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin I'm in the game for the cash mayne And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.'s They say I'm arrogant and got a big ego But they still love to swallow me up And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War{?} pimpin that ho shit In Cali smokin that 'dro shit I still push fishscale, and china white A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight... The Game |
Put You On The Game Put You On The Game First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back This is indo produced by timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka Is burnin rubber inside the range rova Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain't Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for makaveli and big pop Hold up, timb stop. i said this anotha memorial For makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy 1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo 50 cent know i'm comptons most wanted when I'm ridin wit timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where ya friends at we can flip that Lemme put you on the game. I show you where the bloods at where the crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga I'm westcoastin. the next hova from the home of The best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open Stunt on me i'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g! I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's Red dot on the glock, i'm goin 3x platinum dawg how Do i stop? i'm hot My unit is gorilla, **** with my la familia, I will kill ya. i know that boy not familia(r), But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em (is compton in the house?) without a doubt I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about. You know the one that introduced new york to The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue Strings in they g-units. get groupie luv, Tell em to keep movin, if i gotta problem wit a bitch I let eve do it. unless she got on La Perla And i can see through it, i don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back In the coupe, i'm movin in the neighborhood i ain't Passin through. i woulda been here afta snoop, But i slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit... The Game |
Real Gangstaz Real Gangstaz Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz 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 [The Game] Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin that them big mother****ers is twenty-five Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh 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 If there's 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 **** 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, **** the awards So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga [The Game] 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 Chuck, 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 niggaz 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 that pickup A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line [The Game] 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 driveby 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... The Game |
Remedy Remedy As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just Let Me Ride You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin mother****er Throw it up for the king of L.A. I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a mother****in ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball **** the law!! Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as **** on the 20, G answer Cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the Remedy [scratched:] "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D I got the remedy [scratched:] "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D Aftermath got the remedy [scratched:] "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) Fore you get your punk-ass smoked I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked Where you from fool? Better say you pro-black Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row Get ready for the Aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped (Cop Killer) Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a one-eight-seven Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go... blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mother****in hands [The Game] I'm back by popular demand and so All black interior on the cherry red six-foNiggaz endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West Coast still dippin Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three wheelin through the neighborhood System on blast, as the mother****in one-time pass The key to drivebys is aim steady Turn that Bape hoody into mother****in confetti When you cross that enemy line Close your eyes, Parental Discretion Iz Advised... The Game |
Rookie Card Rookie Card [The Game] You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5 Whatever way dog, the Game get live Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent the P like Russell Simmons I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo [JT] I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake So cover my face, and run up in the place I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang 80 karats on my pinky and rang Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game With top cool thangs and million dollar planes I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high Now we soarin through the spacious skies Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up Switchin gears, hit the pedal and ride [The Game ] I'm a shining star And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so... The Game |
Runnin' Runnin' Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny (If you got it) I'm gone take it (If you're in it) You're coming with me (Bench warmers) Get no playing time (No sleeping) Till I cross the line I'm runnin [The Game] With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with Espn I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin She ****in my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient True story [Tony Yayo] If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runninIf I catch a murder one nigga I'm runninHomicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runninI ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said **** jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This shit real **** an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them e pills That's why I'm on the low like a damn navy seal I'm runnin [Game] Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features My Eminem sixteens My Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make yo chest move Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move... The Game |
Scream On Em Scream On Em Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? Game time! C'mon! ... Arrgghhh! Homey it's hard not to kill niggaz; it's like a full time job Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill Young California got that mass appeal I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real And all you niggaz pussy, need Massengil See I'm the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote Sick flow, it's so, mother****in six-foYour bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe Diss that, all you niggaz get up off my dick so I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain And that's the reason why I'm shittin on you niggaz Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggaz Arrgghh! This is that disrespectful, mother****in West coast Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go! Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down Where skinny niggaz make buff niggaz victims of that trey-pound And gangbangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks West coast niggaz is back on the map If only for now until the next time I body a track From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap I roll with the hardest niggaz, make money with the smartest niggaz I ain't got time for you ****in artist niggaz Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga Y'all army brats I'm the mother****in sargeant nigga Beauty pageant-ass niggaz on the runway Boyz N The Hood 'til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai Blow his ****in back out, cause I'm the rap Stackhouse Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what? My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer One man show cause I ****ed all the dancers Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer These niggaz let the rumors sit in they head like tumors So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas Clean... mean... rappin machine Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans I black out like February, back out what's necessary Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary I'm runnin the buildin, don't make me run in the buildin No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin Walkin past offices I see my son in the buildin Last album on the wall I'm number one in the buildin They should build me an office up under the buildin My elevator goin down, I am done in the buildin nigga We in the mother****in buildin man You ain't got your mother****in mind right? You gon' get your mind blown out your mother****in mind right nigga It is what the **** it is man How y'all wanna cut the cake? You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga Swizz Beatz the mother****in monster Game is in the mother****in buildin We could turn this whole mother****in world red nigga Bitch! The Game |
Southside Southside 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) [Lil Scrappy] Ill leave your ass cripled Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneakin up Tha man Jake the snake Every 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 gang Every nigga that 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 weed up I **** with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I **** hoes that would make Mya look lame [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 that he 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 the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead ****er 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 ****in with them gang bangers In the Southside [Lil Scrappy (Game)] Hey hold the mutha****er 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... The Game |
Special Special Ah man.. Ey game.. dont tell me you love her (I mean I like the bitch I dont love her) Next thing you know you gun be all boogo upped with her and shit (**** that) [Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Whether we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [The Game] L.A.X. to J.F.K. thats where it all happened Caught you walkin out that gucci store in manhattan I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl You had dreams of startdiling, The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem First date at mr choas it was coushier? I would coach ya La Pearl, Guccie, Louie, Fendi, Prada, Dolce Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas Meclarin or rover, **** it ma lets tear up the highway Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house Jeans painted with the waist cut out You rockin the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with (bed sty way)"? And girl im not trying to excite you, Im tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you Ya [Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Whether we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [The Game] I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin them hips when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin them thighs The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me, im down for you You go down on me, ill go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man wont do Im from the hood, so I know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move Ill take you to new york city, atlanta too Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers thru And you know... [Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Whether we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [The Game] Let me tell you bout the birds and bees How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend dont like me, cause he dont get a fourth of my cheese And you can take back the porsche and his keys Hop in the range rover, you aint gotta force him to leave I gotta chrome four four on my jeans You got gucci frame covering the mark on your face Cause he dont want you to leave and I dont want you to stay Sometimes I wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK I know he treating you like k-ci did mary j I wanna ease ya pain, kick off your Louie sandles Let me wipe your tears with my g-unit bandana Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin em Its "me and my girlfriend" like tupac and them Jay-z and beyonce or bobby and whitney We the '05 Bonnie and Clyde, you feel me [Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Whether we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special... The Game |
Start From Scratch Start From Scratch Aight What the **** are you lookin at self You want a piece of me Ahh man shit The story of my life... If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit Same red bandana same 45th Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit Same telephone booth same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt same address Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck Homie if I could make 94 today I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A. I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies **** a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tez Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say... If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back Homie if I could rewind the hands of time I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49 Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9 I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said its my turn He call it game time 23" Lexanis bitches call 'em LeBrons I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime He let off a whole k Got shot 1 time That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives My brother devon died coz he chased the cat This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back I got a confession to make its called payback If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay Would have told Vita to stay sober When niggas beg for mercy That mean the beef is over Told meesh to take the porsche back Drive a rover Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemys closer Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back Go right back... The Game |
The Documentary The Documentary [Boy talks to lady to start the song] [Game (DRE)] What happened in hip hop That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now im ****in with doc (Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers) If not i push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like mason But when it comes to mase **** r kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds On my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everyone else dropped Now i understand why Nas Did a song with his pop Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats The Documentary If i die my niggas, **** it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep ****in with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I dodt your eyes You'd do life in a cementary I'll do mine with shyne Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finger rough **** the world Cause im fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do [Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son duck is sick) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and cube gone The q gone They say truth hurts Chunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like x-zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Go sign Gorilla Black! The Game |
The Game Get Live The Game Get Live You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5 Whatever way dog, the Game get live Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent the P like Russell Simmons I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo I'm a shining star And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my BeamX-5, mami let's ride Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit He know how to do more than flip pies Get money like them stick up guys Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney I'm talkin 'bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I. I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake So cover my face, and run up in the place I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang 80 karats on my pinky and rang Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game With top cool thangs and million dollar planes I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high Now we soarin through the spacious skies Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up Switchin gears with the pedal and ride... The Game |
The Streetz Of Compton The Streetz Of Compton [JT] G-Man Stan, yeah mayne I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne Let me get on down here to the C-P-T Better known as Compton mayne Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean? Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin? This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne Y'knahmean? Yarra [The Game] Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same A lot of people already know exactly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city [JT] Where they actin a fool, and they carry the tool Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton Where I found The Game, he was stackin his change to maintain in the streets of Compton Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton Now we stackin the bread, never run from the feds They shed treads in the streets of Compton [The Game] See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so That's how I'm livin, I do as I please B A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton [The Game] Nowww Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog 'til I found out, the streets get real dog 'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role Cause I lived through fo' five six holes But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down So here's the burner in your face mother****er silly sucker ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G. Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over I really don't think I should have to explain Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest A gangsta mother****er never ceasin to impress My name is young Game so you can ****, the rest I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly Cause niggaz gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone and niggaz can't win Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N The Game |
Too Much Too Much 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 ****ed, 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 Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to **** Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as ****, 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 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, **** 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 **** you do? I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man 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 ****in 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 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 Sides there's way too many hoes in here... The Game |
Troublesome Troublesome [The Game] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo'-fo' nigga I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider Thug Life 'til I die, Black Wall Street behind us I'm a "Menace II Society," **** Caine and O-Dog I got the 'caine and the O's, dawg I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion" Gangbangin, this California lifestyle got me heated They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail Kill a nigga over my chain cause I know I'ma make bail I'm troublesome [The Game] "If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16's and 9's 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 Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile I lost a lot of my niggaz to gangbangin and digits One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner These mother****ers wanna see me doin life in the pen I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns Starin death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep when we ride My enemies is bitches, they plottin on my riches Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston These niggaz keep talkin I leave 'em dead in a coffin I'm troublesome [The Game] Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle No role models, only killers and fiends Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it And know that I'm strictly a rap poet Baptized 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 the pound California dreamin, chronic smoke out the beamer One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie bitches screamin They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip And watch my back is what my niggaz keep tellin me 21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the Desert And pay homage to the hardest rap legend I'm troublesome... The Game |
Truth Rap Truth Rap 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 [The Game] 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" The Game |
Untold Story Untold Story [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 **** MTV, I live in +The Real World+ Call my guns R. Kelly, they'll touch your lil' girl, cause [JT] Layin with dogs, you gon' wake up with fleas ****in with rats, you'll never get yo' cheese You know J cats, like to sell you dreams And a snake gon' scheme (and a killa will do anything) [JT] It's a done deal, Seth's back, makin it hot No questions, I'm takin my spot Project walls, hoods and blocks, Get Low, we hard to stop JT, and the Game is hot It's so necessary, these dudes are so scary When I cruise through Bentley Coupe that's cherry Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters Man, show me the money then, pay me man It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes Mink coats and diamond clusters West coast we nothin but hustlers We grimy and gritty, cool like dat, old school fools Willy Ness throwbacks, we send tricks to the nearest track Who you know that's as real as that? I pimp this game like Goldie the Mac, holla back... The Game |
Walk Thru The Sky Walk Thru The Sky [The Game] Open your eyes, we in a new era Less drama more unity, everything's lookin a lil' clearer Like a face in the mirror karma It was right before our eyes, facin the future I cried No more Martin Luther shots, from off the words from Malcolm Tunes from Jimi, it's sad but you gotta hear me All praises due to the mighty Allah, God forgive me I've been through it, but it's not all bad in me A young kid tryin to change his ways Every day a lil' closer, show him the light let him pave the way Gotta see my grave someday, no more cheddar, some pictures Grandma I'm comin to spend forever wit'cha, I miss ya No more Sunday dinners, wish you could see your grandson now Got bigger, all grown now Got a daughter think she grown now, just started walkin Just started talkin, she can potty on her own now Life is good, memories are better We all gotta go, I know it's cold grab a sweater We can take that ride together, cry whatever, die whatever Walk through the sky together, huh... The Game |
We Ain't (Eminem) We Ain't (Eminem) Ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength Of Aftermath straight out the motha****in streets of Compton Put your hands together for Game bitch Hahahaha Yeah motha****as Compton's back on the motha****in map Aftermath in that ass bitch Game let's go [The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist They say shit but **** them, Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin' Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this [The Game] So they callin us We ain't goin no where so **** you We ain't goin no where so **** you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power [Eminem] Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame Your mind's lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch You will end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's ***** up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going... [The Game] We ain't goin no where so **** you We ain't goin no where so **** you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power [The Game] Low get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot With a glock that don't phase me, I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady ? I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks So I'm gone bitch We ain't goin no where so **** you We ain't goin no where so **** you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changin To new Game You're now about to witness the power... The Game |
We Are The Hustlaz We Are The Hustlaz Yeah... Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout Hey yo, yo Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin the rock Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box My attitude shifty, never callin the cops A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey D's on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough He get respect like rich and po**** a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars And your wife, known to make my dick hard Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's When shit break out, y'all hit the fences We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster You know I'm 'bout macra I'll clap ya, a pirate like Far from a Hollywood actor A factor, focused on paper and cars I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard You know them Bentley bound, down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's The Game on some regular rhymin, **** all this new shit When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars Get, brains from stars after those awards Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours Sittin on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm Plus I blow digits like my first name was Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six Not know it's stocked? Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense... The Game |
Westside Story Westside Story Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these mutha ****as 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 ****in 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 ****in 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 ****in 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... The Game |
When Shit Get Thick When Shit Get Thick [The Game] Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed I done answered that question when I copped my deal Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent [Sean T] No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa We off the train tracks like the great space coaster We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa Prepare for war, like United States soldiers Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers Before you even try to play, foolish all over Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed Always dirty never clean but we live like kings Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah **** it the whole bottle And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle [JT the Bigga Figga] I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in 36 on a triple beam scale for meal Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet To bag up baguettes and everybody know it I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up My favorite color is rainbowed up Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live We check your five, the spot where the tec dies And everybody gotta holla the name It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT The Game |
Where I'm From Where I'm From [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones in Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from} Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch" She get them birds past, I put her in first class And tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bag She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin I lay niggaz out like creased khakis In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin I got the whole N-Y-C saggin [Nate Dogg] If you don't know (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside) Where I'm from (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't know (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making) Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels) [The Game] Y'all niggaz got it ****ed up What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher? Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuzSee me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love" (If you don't know) I painted the Rover black The West coast is back, I can smoke to that Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack Homey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to back So please don't push me.. You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all ... The Game |
Why You Hate The Game Why You Hate The Game [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... Vice behind me on the intersection, Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection, Dress superb, admired by conspirers, Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles, Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin', Witnessin' you rockin with Nas, confirmed my suspicion, Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for 'em, I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... I don't talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze.... Pac is watchin', Big is listenin', While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin', To every n***a listeninI was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle, I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon' pass the dutchie to them n***as that don't love me, I'm talkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top, Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not, I'll **** you rap n***as like virgins, Dre took my training wheels off his curtains. I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers, The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career, The ending of yours, the endin of his, Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz, N*gga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line, Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, And I still think about my n***a from time to time, Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind, But I just hold back cuz we ain't beefin like that, He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap. One love. I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless. I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though... The Game |
Work Hard Work Hard [JT] Get Low Records mother****er Bringin the best to the table Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is JT Get Low mother****er that's what it is mother****er Yeah, who ****in with us nigga Now (what goes around comes around) I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz Now get it right [Bluechip] Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips And I ain't want to take it there but **** it we can bang My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner Been reignin&rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder [Nina B] In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get This is the life, that was given to me A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me Nina B [JT] We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what Underground with it, poppin collars now Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass I take the long way, **** takin the shortcut Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked Save your lil' craps homey, **** it get drunk Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects While starvin artists is closest to sets And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally So turn the music up and roll a Philly [JT] Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me My shipment too big, frontin out the homies I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga **** what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga **** all your major labels nigga, that's what it is JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B... The Game |
Wouldn't Get Far Wouldn't Get Far For you baby, I'd find you You wouldn't get far I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that ****ed Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set Putting oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez She was Eye Candy in the XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars Can't get you that how you get that And all these new video bitches trying to be Melissa Ford But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards Ha ha You wouldn't get far ****ing them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far If you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know You wouldn't get far ****ing them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you For you And you, for alla y'all For you... uhh.. Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers Not to brag but, if it add up One, two, nigga that's mad nuts Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowing damn well they gon' call me? The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre.. nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo Well why the hell you think these bitches coming at me fo'? But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio Yo I done had my share of bitches with long hair Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in "Boomerang" yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop top In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was ****ing with Scott I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes And ain't nobody trying to take Beyonce from Jay But I know a bitch named Superhead he ****ed back in the day The things niggaz do when pussy sitting on they face Stabbed Un in the stomach She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, foImpala, forget the double D's I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Takara And she ain't win the show but she riding in that Gallardo That's why I **** 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow God damn! Y'knahmsayin? I'm sitting back watching Kanye video And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the muh'****in channel Checking out my uncle Snoop Dogg video And I see the same Bitch, that was in my video! Y'knowhatI'msayin? And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' ****ed up I'm watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah, floating away on the hood of a Camry That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video! I mean Damn! Everywhere I look Everywhere I go I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only being real Yeah... The Game |
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