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The Game Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Around The World Ohhh-ohhhhh yeah I know you're sick and tired of waitin on me girl But I'm, just tryin to get my money right So let some dumb nigga take a flight So I can take you all around the world Planes, trains, automobiles Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels First class ticket, G-4, you that deal For real I can take you all around the world She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons Black interior, black ridin shotgun Black fo'-five, black Air Ones Bangin "The Black Album," track She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit Marques Houston, I don't play that shit By the time we got halfway through watchin "Ray" I hit I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what The it's part two, in the sauna Feel like I'm ****in Mary J. cause she don't want, No Drama I'd rather take yo' ass to the Bahamas Then give you 30 thousand a month like Diddy baby mama [The Game] Picture me thuggin, picture me lovin you Like Bobby love Whitney now picture me ****in Pullin your ponytail smackin you on the ass Tellin you how (I can take you all around the world) That nigga can't do it like this Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this She only **** with Soldiers, that's her shit I hate to admit it but I love my bitch So much, I'm sittin outside in the Benz Thinkin back to Dre's house when I ****ed her best friend The pussy wasn't nothin; now I'm dealin With The Diary of a Mad Black Woman with Louis Vuitton luggage She told me she was tired of The Game and rap Quit like Ma$e then she came right back I told you the bitch sex was wack And you're all I need, even Jamie know that [The Game] You know what they say, more money more problems more drama Means more marijuana and less baby mama You know I love you like I love my shoes But even white Air Force Ones come in twos Yeah, I like her, and I like you too What's wrong? She my bitch and you my boo She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school I gave you your Burkin bags, so I made a mistake And Oprah don't **** with them no more anyway I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through But I ain't goin nowhere, I got a kid wit'chu Why we always gotta argue about Superhead's book? She sucked my dick with a condom on, after that I shook And when she start talkin 'bout buyin a ring I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing Around the world with me yeah Around the world with me, ayy Around the world with me, hey Mmm, ohh... The Game |
300 Bars & Runnin' 300 Bars & Runnin' 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 mother****er Don't **** 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! 300 Bars and Running 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 niggaz that rapped in Philly? See them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly Compton camcorder said Curtis Jack in Philly Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly I forgot my cheese steak, 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 Label's 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 niggaz 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 **** Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's about when the Ruger clap, is Rufus back? I see what you thinking, 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 the sound like 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 Niggaz running their mouth about what the **** 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, nigga 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 niggaz make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga 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 Capone and Nore You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that shit off nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 ain't 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 ****ed 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 niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones I said The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz 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, nigga this is more than music Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Running And I beef with any nigga, say my name mutha**** I'm gunninYou 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 ****ing with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off niggaz 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 for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer 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 Reebok 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 game 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 will stab you in Folsom then **** 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 Nigga 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 that's 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 hearse 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 miss the Old King, that New York had Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga 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 talking 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 Trying, we thought you was hot Now the same nigga 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 Nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing So **** making friends now I'm into throwing slugs Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go Nigga 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 Niggaz 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 nigga 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 grenades 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 they calling all cars 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 noodles, 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 liftinAnd 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 Kim before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said **** 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 mutha****a 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 'K' 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 ****ing 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 Mother****er 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 **** 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 **** Reeboks 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 **** the world, on my victory lap Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek Now it's whoever mother****er, yeah, who want beef? Now whenever mother****er, 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, irreplaceable 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 hood rat bitch can stop me from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Running, nigga the wait is over I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone... The Game |
Bang Bang [K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off [G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off [D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off [K:] What? [D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on [The Game] Gettin' my bang on, red strings on Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the fo'-five You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside [Daz] This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down G-G-Game, Dogg Pound [The Game] Everybody get down [Kurupt] Look nigga... I nurture and breed I ain't never gave a **** about a bitches needs And bitch niggaz try to invade our town I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out [The Game] Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face Up, down - now watch my shit scrape Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre and Blood Bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back Like that like that? like that [K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off [G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off [D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off [K:] What? [D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on [Daz] We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode Lil' niggaz with pistols that blowin' out your asshole Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggaz for life, the roots of the G tree N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E [The Game] We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes You don't wanna see my car on the news I'll "Set It Off" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina [Kurupt] Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black Like this and like that Bang, broken like glass and plastic Bang out on him with the mask and plastic We got access to massive plastiques Purchased last week, D.P.G.C. Bang [Chorus] [K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off [G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off [D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off [K:] What? [D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on [The Game (Kurupt)] Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood? (What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was) Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, **** 'em loc) Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes Dash, brake, bounce and scrape Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's Bang like Eazy, Bang like Dre Bang like Snoop, Bang in L.A. Bang like Crips and Bloods From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie get stripped in the club Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs Remember that [K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off [G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off [D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off [K:] What? [D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on... The Game |
Blacksox Blacksox [JT] Another G-Man Stan production The originator of this 808 shit in the Bay area You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game, and my homey Bluechip Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked up with Get Low Records Puttin this shit together, my nigga It ain't a nigga in the game that could hold me down I've been independent forever so they know me now And I'm the cat they gotta find when they wanna get signed You wanna get your paper right you gotta study my grind I'm like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust moves right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes Ain't no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete's sake We round up cats, to beat 'em in a street race We count paper up, to make a nigga change his plans They under weight so they ain't gettin off they gram You mad at my boys, cause we choppin 'em in They make twenty then the Fig want 10 That's the rules that the Get Low, play by The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5 It's the rules that the Get Low play by Them block boys stay high, the California K-5 [The Game] Huh, it's the Blacksox doin a joint together The whole world stoppin to listen, ol' breakers poplockin to this And white boys headboppin in 6's, niggaz boxin in prison Shit bang hard like a conjugal visit And the game ain't big enough for niggaz so move over Matter fact, move out, we takin over Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X [Bluechip] Yo, yo, well it's the B dot L dot, you know the rest Wanted by the feds, hated by the Atf You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs My bad, that's your wife? **** your life Anyway I heard you workin for vice You ain't real man you hide behind ice Youse a impostor, snatch him off the roster Always live by the rule, get dough, or die tryin Hardcoded into shinin Pass the bucket now I'm back on bet it If, beef was erased man my tool gon' finish Never been the loudmouth type Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy Or you gon' be like Big, a dead (Bad Boy) [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin goin, back back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The Lox Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells In case niggaz want drama in hell... The Game |
Bleek Is Bleek Is [The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the ****ed out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin [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 bitches Two gold albums and I'll 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 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 [The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek [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 **** around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek Cuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh [The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek [The Game] It took me a little while but I am now understandin Jay ****ed 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 **** 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 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 [The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek... The Game |
Born & Raised In Compton (Raised As A G) Born & Raised In Compton (Raised As A G) Aight 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 whispered Compton Yeah that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around And niggaz just be hatin and shit, that's a pity But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city 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 And that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets And everybody knows that you gotta be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton "Born and raised in Compton" [The Game] Now 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 |
Business Never Personal Business Never Personal [The Game] Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks So ain't nuttin you can tell me, about the game Come with beef and leave here without your brains And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain And you know I got the South clickin Cause ain't nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickens So **** with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga It's business never personal, real live on blocks If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks Cross a hustler mother****er you'll arrive in a box It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top [JT] They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy Put the herb in, I got family I'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms Bad to the bone (to the bone) And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone My whole crew dirty, ****in with amphetamines Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines Now the streets knowin (knowin) And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens Still blowin Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs We take trips out to Houston and D.C. For the West coast, nigga can you feel me? The Game |
Cali Boyz Cali Boyz [The Game] Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a mother****er man Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful woman I love it man, nineteen years and runnin', this is my home, feel me [The Game] Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in LA I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren Too $hort, B-Legit, The Click, and Mack 10 Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C. Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V C & W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh Yeah if I left you out man holla at me, my bad it's all love... The Game |
California Vacation California Vacation Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sipping 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 note grab a pen, 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. [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 I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love, With 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods, And we don't give a **** 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. [Xzibit] Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't ****ing with the red rag niggas, On the Westcoast (**** you mean), Shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green, Black wallstreet and X-o-leen, Since jealousy 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, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so **** 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, You should take a trip and visit the West coast... The Game |
Church For Thugs Church For Thugs To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down **** it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write Get my Reebok deal done Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Let's roll Through the city of god Where LA niggas train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me get here Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks I'm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since 88 Look at the world we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddy's face Niggas catching feelings Cause I'm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me outta L.A. Yeah I know Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal... The Game |
Compton Compton Compton Compton Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit Yeah I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel [The Game] Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's Everybody yellin gimme, gimme Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell And you can get that stainless steel Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens The boys in the hood is always hard So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar [The Game] I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell And you can come get a bird for eleven And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW) Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses You ****in with the Hub City Hustler The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where... [The Game] We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (**** you rats) What more can I say, just kill 'em **** 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude Lose your life tryin to get these jewels I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2 The Game |
Da Shit Da Shit Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! N*gga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' Shut your mouth bitch I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' It don't stop *****z Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, 57 Chevelot, tell them ***** I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped, Even without Doc I'm still from the Streets of Compton Yeah ***** I said it, and I'ma stay on top, Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock, Run up in 'em like these rap *****z, I ain't gotta clap *****z, End your career with one line like that *****z, Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out, All the way to my ***** Daz house, He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, suck it, **** it, never back down, Specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle, Westcoast *****z still holdin' shit down, I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkinShut your mouth bitch I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' It don't stop *****z Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, 57 Chevelot, tell them *****z I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL, Floatin' all through the Streets of Compton, I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps, That's what the **** I call "Gangsta rap", I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You *****z act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a mother****er out, We know Dre still sell a mother****er out, 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton), We got crip *****z, blood *****z, assays, asians, Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces, I kept you *****z waiting had to take you back to the basics, Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons, Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating, I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily, I got your main bitch swallowing my babies, I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' Shut your mouth bitch I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' It don't stop *****z Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, 57 Chevelot, tell them *****z I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you *****z blocked in, Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims, New school, old school mentality, Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries, Hydraulics make the world go round, Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down, For she end up like superhead, giving superhead, Every ***** in the industry now **** superhead, And I might just **** her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the Streets of Compton, Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm *****z where the King is, And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole mother****ing world locked, I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' Shut your mouth bitch I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' It don't stop *****z Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, 57 Chevelot, tell them *****z Everybody wanna know what the **** is going on, Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this: One day I walked in the mother****in' house, And all my shit was gone... The Game |
Doctor's Advocate Doctor's Advocate [The Game] Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems... [Busta Rhymes] The **** you talkin' bout, n***a, what's that? [The Game] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple [hiccoughs] [Busta Rhymes] Look.... get your ****in' ass up, n***a, you over here trippin' on yourself, n***a, you get in the ****in' 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 **** 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.... 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] 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 ****, 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! 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] 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 '**** 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 **** 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! 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] 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 ****, 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! 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 **** outta the car, n***a, get up, man! [The Game] This ain't my house... my house is.... is green! [Busta Rhymes] The **** 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 ****ing bed, n***a, go to sleep, n***a, you tired, n***a. And don't ****ing drink like that no more, man, you ****ing look like Ned the Wino, you drunk mother****er... [The Game] Just goin to the studio... [Busta Rhymes] [Laughing] Go to sleep, n***a... The Game |
Don't Cry Don't Cry [The Game] Amayah wake up baby I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? After the gunshots thought you was done with me But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin I know she love me cause ya look just like me Day you came into this world I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here [Blue Chip] Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son my girl moms and I moved out Maui Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga You see me and your moms, that's another topic Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home Never sing that sad song, don't cry [The Game] Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'ma let your moms school you Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you [Blue Chip] Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards [The Game] Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours, and you're my flower [Blue Chip] If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback [The Game] And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on And never, ever do it in your mother's home [Blue Chip] Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar [The Game] And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you [Blue Chip] Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome... The Game |
Don't Need Your Love Don't Need Your Love [The Game] Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [The Game] I got shit on my chest, I must confess Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome My pops left me in a foster home I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun That's somethin I gotta teach my son [Faith Evans] I don't need your love, no no no no I don't need your love Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it I don't need your love, no I don't need your love I don't need your love Cause, the, game, don't, change [The Game] I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name New car, new house, and sometimes friends change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again What the **** do it take for a gangsta to win? No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga ****** The Source Plus them awards I don't need And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows Live life, **** tomorrow, nigga cause reality is [The Game] I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones Dre cut me a check, I'm gone Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please So I roam through the city like the ghost of E Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison I got niggaz doin life in prison All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war... The Game |
Don't Worry Don't Worry [Mary] Can't wait til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really lookin forward to a future for us, Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you Even took a second job So they won't take the cars and put a lean on the house I know it's gonna be a while before you get out Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you And them dudes you ran wit are foul They been tryna get at me, ever since you been down Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you [Game] All I can think about is that honey complexion And the way your skin glow when you slip on them D&R dresses I know you wonderin why I got you a Smith & Wesson Cuz them niggaz in the hood is the reason we stressin I miss that gangsta lovin and that lil affection And butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and Mary I put nothin above you, And behind that vest I gotta heart ma, gangstas need love too [Mary] Some think the worst of you They betray you as a man it's not that far from the truth You were caught up in the game and now it's caught up to you Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waiting on you [Game] It use to be caramel skin tones, spreewell rims on Glasshouse, ass out, Jacob watch, gems stones Bandanna, Nike airs, tennis bracelet, wife here Black rag, do or die 45 right here Everytime I was down you was always right here Whenever visitin hours came, I know my wife there So pink diamonds right there, Chain hang ice there The reason for my tattooed tear I need you to hold me down [Mary] I'll be waiting on you (I) I'll be waitin on you (ima be right here whenever you call me) I'll be waiting on you (ooh) Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you [Game] I'm locked up countin the days down Tryna hold my head cuz the penitentiary ain't no playground I'm dyin in here ion know how you stay down In the shootin range twice a week bussin that tre pound I would neva ask you to wait around But how do a white sandy beach, in Saint Tropez sound And no more out of town trips on the greyhound Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre out [Mary] I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting) I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Baby don't worry about it (don't worry baby) ima be right here, waitin for you I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here waitin for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (you know I'll) I'll be waiting on you (whenever you need me) Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you I'm lookin for a future with u baby, I wanna see you real soon, real soon real soon, I'll be right there, I'll be right there Baby don't worry about it (don't worry) ima be (don't worry) right here (don't worry) waiting on you (ooh) The Game |
Drama Is Real Drama Is Real [San Quinn] Drama is real, like not wakin up I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden For you to handle your business, you are more than driven If you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign Everytime you spotted they call it shot time Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzis Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hangin No mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus No mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubs Cause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash [The Game] If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga If the stash spot smokin I done murdered a nigga San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz We take this beef shit further than niggaz Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz We take this beef shit personal nigga [The Game] I ain't met a nigga yet could **** with this rap vet I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket Six in your truck, get you each a casket Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well Shotgun got mo' punks than shells [The Game] See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggaz We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly Spark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too much Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch Your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so what Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws I guess I got that same ol' harm I ain't for play, the Game is raw Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on And next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze... The Game |
Dreams Dreams I woke up out dat coma, 2000 and 1 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2000 and 1 Three years later the album is done Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude Volume 1 Rap critics politicin Wanna know the outcome! Ready to die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac, after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty! So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "Dream!" I had visions of makin' a classic Then my wall turned black,like I was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses It's kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin' and rappinBut, we da future Whitney Houston told me that, it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "Dream!" Aaliyah had a "Dream!" Left Eye had a "Dream!" So I reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!" [Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"] I had dreams of ****in' an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw dat ass on a front of that King Read the article in a magazine She loved gangsters, loved nasty things So I'm the glass house havin' nasty dreams! Good girls neva' give it up But anything is possible ,if 50 ****ed Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles,found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mase, almost let my pen fall asleep on a page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' on offback stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say It's a hardknock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin' of death So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "Dream!" Aalyah had a "Dream!" Left Eye had a "Dream!" So I reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!" [Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"] The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you! Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit? Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started of with Whoo Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like BIG said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun The War to be a rap legend has just begun Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "Dream!" Aalyah had a "Dream!" Left Eye had a "Dream!" So I reached out to Kanye and "you are my dreeam!" [Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"] [At the end Game talking:] This song is dedicated to Yutandey Price the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace! The Game |
Drop Ya Thangs Drop Ya Thangs Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Yo, I hit the party in my t-shirt and tennis shoes They all watchin in they Hot Boys and church suits Actin tough in the club ain't gon' get you home Gettin drunk off of Patron just gon' get you domed Still steppin on my shoes, boy this nigga happy This nigga thank he Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy Goin dumb with his bitch so he don't like me This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy You gotta know the rules, player let it go You get to trippin my nigga you gotta hit the doRollin up this eight-nine gram I'm tryin to make a plan Tuggin on yo' main bitch hand, tryin to make a friend This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray I'm in the parkin lot, standin by the Escalade You got a problem we ain't fightin like a man One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga Nigga you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me Fig' ain't shot nuttin up but kill spirits Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses One-on-one fightin for stripes with right crosses Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush Bitch niggaz rather kick back, and let they lead bust I been a pitbull since Fila and Kenny Ken Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win Them was my O.G.'s, and I was just a B.G. Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can {?} But now we got them old niggaz that bust with they tommy But caught without they tommy get rushed like salami Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s We 'bout to bring this fightin back mayne to all our streets Now, cowards wanna pack and, killers wanna cruise and Real niggaz stand alone mayne and do what we do I wanna bust you but homey let me ask you Why you wanna play with that gun, and make me blast you Moms all cryin and shit, she gotta ask you Better to save on caskets you dumb nigga Oh boy! Old friends like to make up and get cavi Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby daddy She got the coat on he bought you for yo' birthday oh no! You kickin back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way bitch Team on preem' like he hangin out with 'Pac brother And you a boss for not cuttin him with the boxcutter And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin Spittin drink in yo' face, boy she popped up pimpin what? Zoked out like, fat boy you can't breathe Bounce back and grab that trick by her ****in weave Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the Get Low She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo Yeah I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz That came to Fillmoe for y'all one-on-ones mayne, and y'all got it mayne Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga it was real big They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga To them three young Sunnydale niggaz Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz mayne And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga Stripes for that! The Game |
Eat Your Beats Alive Eat Your Beats Alive Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck Game, what it do? What it do? They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheel Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger But you won't catch my face on E.R. But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no actin So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers We chain snatchers twenty-fo' seven When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive ****in with this cash - eat ya beats alive Cause it's all about math - eat ya beats alive When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It's reversed you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac holla Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him Big face said I could it, he'll bet you a G See I'm the nigga with the most flow Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know Independent with my hustle Couldn't give a **** money or muscle it's time to bubble West coast is the place where we holdin it down Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheddar cheese Canary wristwatch on celebrities Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese And every ****in link is like a masterpiece Catch 'em slippin comin out the Burger King Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it My whole block gets hard like granite... The Game |
For My Gangstaz For My Gangstaz Livin in Compton, California C-A" Charlie O, drop that hot shit Mother****er it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain Since a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caine I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks Bad Boyyyyy, and I **** with Puff So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glock And 50 G's say you leave in a box When I **** Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your block Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot It's different in my hood, only time we take shots Is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block This is for the gangster, in me This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew This is for the gangster, in me This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay Like Clint Eastwood, make my day Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paid In the end, all they get is played Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey And I don't give a **** if you really don't like me It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy One of the best I might be, it really don't matter When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way I bust bad bitches night and day I make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say Gon' move in on your rock, say **** the crisis And ride with the West we got lower coat prices You know me the king of L.A., New York Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water You want X? I can cover the order Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now Til my demis, Black Mafia ties So it's hard to let the larcent die, my treys A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really? The Game |
G.a.m.e. G.A.M.E. [The 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 [The Game] Getting American Money Easy, all I know The Gangsta All Mother****ers Envy, all my dough It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts [The Game] 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 **** 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 **** 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 [Young Noble] 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 ****in 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 mother****er standin next to the God The Game is deep, you mother****ers ain't the streets Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon... The Game |
Gutta Boyz Gutta Boyz (We gangsta daddy!) [Sean T] Yuh! I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big? You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by The paint on it change like the I-95 I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint heat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake [The Game] We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips The chains, the ****in broads we with We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood a hundred deep and empty the whole clip We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef And my niggaz'll put you under the street We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say 'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face [Sean T] Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground Just burner shells, and police siren sounds Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus But it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clown I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?} D-Squad don't give a **** about nobody else I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!) [Sean T] S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D Don't get it twisted mother****er yeah we do creep We ride out thug, shit we don't die We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on Poodles gon' be up missin or dead I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo" I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the floI'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz" Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back... The Game |
Hate It Or Love It Hate It Or Love It [50 Cent] Yaeahh , let's take em back Uh huh Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring Money and them gold ropes Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep at night Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me [Game] On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five em Kill a nigga on my song but really do it Thats the true meaning of a ghostwriter 10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces Believe you me homie i know all bout losses I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly? [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain Enough of me nigga now listen to Game [Game] Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench Now i'm ****in 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... The Game |
Higher Higher It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) [The Game] Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the **** yall thought was comin after Young Buck hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I'll take you in the back you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the mother****in chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the mother****in Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) [Game and (Snoop Dogg)] Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice the doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland boots First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe You wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 mother****er, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, **** that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick [Game] Put 25's on the hummer, why not I'ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm ****in up they money I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman And I'll do anything but I won't **** Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the **** I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet [Dr. Dre] Look out for Detox... The Game |
How We Do How We Do This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love [Game] Fresh like, unhh; impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, i'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump İf a nigga step on my white air, ones Since red, rum Ready here i, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when master p was sayin "unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These g-unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [50 cent] I put lamborghini doors on that es-co-lade Low pro so look like i'm riding on blades İn one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know i'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say i'm no good Cuz i'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the **** out They call me new money, say i have no class I'm from the bottom, i came up too fast The hell if i care, i'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass [Game] I put gold daytonas on that cherry six-four White walls so clean it's like i'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in new york riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know i'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (ah!) [Game and 50 cent] [50 cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun **** 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's game time [game] You ready? here i come Call lloyd banks and get this mother****er, crunk İt took two, months But fifty got it done Signed with g-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin i'm a punk Get your ****in head, lumped Fifty got a, gun [50 cent] Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my ba, retta The dra-ma, setta Sip am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks i'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique... The Game |
I'm A Mobsta I'm A Mobsta [Young Menace and (The Game)] Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game (Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor) Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns) Sacramenton's finest (Who ****in with me?) From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig? [The Game] Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin what the Game'll do, listen dawg I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at And dawg I'ma test your education What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration? I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite Down half the Goose then choke your workers Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work Then move bags like Doony & Bert And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga [Young Menace] I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper That'll pop ya and put one through ya mother****in collar I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner If ya **** with my dollars I'll make you swallow my daughters I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah [Young Menace] Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lleAnd chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon Yeah you musta been talkin, how'd you get out that soon? (You ****in snitch!) I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to When there's beef on the streets it's on for life like tattoos It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages I'm never doin bids because my game is so immaculate A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an ambulance Now that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly Handle my business first so I can celebrate early It's business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin tight Whether I'm jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y'know? The Game |
I'm Chillin' I'm Chillin' You Got's To Chill I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow Black on black lamborghini with the dizzor Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor Bandana tied around the rear view mirror Red bandana got 'em bangin' new era Something on my waist niggas can't get near us Bitches 'round me shakin ass like Shakira Niggas poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us I stay on niggas mind like a new era G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Doing my two step Red strings on my louis I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car Post it up the bar everybody strizzap Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap Every nigga in my click stay iced out Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out Shut the club down, The Game don't stop In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies Hurricanes in a BlackWallStreet Hoodie G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub 20 impalas outside on the dizzubs Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads Panties gettin' wet everytime they see 'em lift ups So hop in the back seat if you're a freak Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat 8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets If you jump off niggas know what I'm about Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P That means I'm Chillin I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' I'm chillin' in the house Rollin' in the car Coolin' in the tub Drinkin' at the bar G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P That means I'm Chillin... The Game |
I'm Looking I'm Looking [The Game] I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin jokes at them car games Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald What? This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more talkin, just outline chalkin Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" Gunnin bustin shots like **** the cops Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop Game the young Robin Hood of the block Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door, wavin the four-four Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing [Blue Chip and (The Game)] Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine Rain hits so we floodin the game When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man (And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) Hey yo I don't give a **** who you are, **** ya ice **** the block that you claim, **** your Bentley Azure (Dead presidents is all I represent) ('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet) [The Game] Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed 'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops **** a cell block, the young kid makin it happen Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson? I'm a gangsta, what else could I say? I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K 2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP [The Game] Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business **** the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly Who ****in with him, ha? Not a nigga alive End up dead in that 5 He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin? Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy On the frontlines holdin a 9 Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first ****in with my dough, is the worst way to go Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy In and out of spots watchin my money If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga... The Game |
It's Ok (One Blood) 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 rockinLike 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 mother****in' 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... The Game |
Just Beginning (Where I'm From) Just Beginning (Where I'm From) 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 |
Krush Groove Krush Groove [JT] We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy You understand it, I'm official with mine; I'm double-clutchin on the fo'-wheel, pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we 'bout that birdplay My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the Bridge We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin at cops It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga? JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, mother****er [Nina B] Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth Believe me I'm in them sheets like phonebooths I play the game I was born to score But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores A little too, known, to stand on the block And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that side Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash 'em with a major passion I slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion And have you dashin from Manhattan all the way to Aspen Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin Step ya game up [unknown Get Low male] Listen, before I get up in the mornin I ask the Lord for strength Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get It's like the devil got a hold of my neck And I'm gettin this change runnin 'round reppin my set Momma used to look at me funny; she could tell her baby boy changed Must be out there gettin some money But it's a price for everything, you know how the game go For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do now? Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out? A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake [another Get Low male] **** what'chu heard, I startled your brain I hit the spot like a {?} in ballers and jeans On some eighty-eight shit, more "Raw" than Kane It's not my fault she looked at me - you better talk to your dame That's just, part of the game and you got served Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words And, why y'all Chucks always actin like tough guys You must be trippin or you slippin on mudslides And in the hood you see it's different from one time What's your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine And I don't even know why I'm wastin my breath I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin my death I keep that good shit it's tastin so fresh And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin a mess We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the deck And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat... The Game |
Let's Ride Let's Ride 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 mother****er bounce and break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims, Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens 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 If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the low-rider, long as you 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 whole 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 Somebody tell me where the drinks at, Where the bitches at, You ****ing on the first night, meet me in the back. I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks, Move bitch! Who the **** you think they came to see? The protégé of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta **** me, And you gotta **** Busta, can't touch Eve, Got something in my waist that you can't touch either, 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 **** a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the low-rider, long as you 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 whole 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 Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Look at me now, Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the mother****ing 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 mother****ing 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, Mother****er, you would say I was the new Dre. Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke. If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the low-rider, long as you 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... The Game |
Like Father, Like Son Like Father, Like Son [The Game] June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die [Busta Rhymes] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you [The Game] They say every time somebody die a child is born So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby "One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head Doc busting through the door, he between the legs He see the head, it's my baby boy 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord" 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron [Busta Rhymes] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you [The Game] I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one [Busta Rhymes] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you... The Game |
Lookin At You Lookin At You 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 locs, lookin, AT you [The Game] Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the mother****in messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the six-fo', still puffin on the same chronic Haters mad cause I still got it I never fall off, even without the Doc You niggaz sellin your soul tryin to stay on top Bitch nigga check your Kotex, you niggaz 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 mother****in most hated Keep rollin like gold Daytons Niggaz got the game ****ed up like Hennessy with a Coke chaser You gotta deal with me, I'm the West coast saviour Niggaz think of me everytime they six-fo' scraper What do you call a nigga who's overbearin 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 Jayceon to the Aftermath research department And gave him a blood test It came back G-A-M-E positive The nigga's infected with the Game virus His oratorical skills are so impeccable That niggaz in the streets call him Cyrus The young don who is down with violence Cause in his heart he's a tyrant It's not a game, it's just called The Game There'll be no referees, no halftime reports When the game is over, The Game is over You can't put a quarter in the machine and get three mo' men THAT'S, the end [The Game] 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 mother****in 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 niggaz Get ready for your early retirement Before I let hip-hop burn down I run in the building like a fireman Who can outspit me when I'm high off sticky Throwin back Patron shots in some creased up dickies I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube Lynch'd me Snoop stamped me and the good Doc handpicked me You still with me? Me and my mic Can't be seperated like Interscope and - hahaha Ohhh shit This some good ass mother****in weed California sticky green! This is the aftermath for the Aftermath West, coast! The Game |
Money Over Bitches Money Over Bitches [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin goin, back back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The Lox Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells In case niggaz want drama in hell [JT] Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together Shit happens mayne; real talk from ya nigga FigDoin it big and don't wanna split yo' wig I'll give you anything you ask fo' - money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo' - **** around with snitches What you had to smash fo' - niggaz tried to play me man (1) Anything you ask fo' - all about this Bay game (2) Anything you ask fo' - representin Bay game [JT] I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz I'm in the streets where they goin savage One, two, we dance on the rooftop Let the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stops Figga eight'n by the corner stoNiggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick Inventory pilin up, niggaz tryin to buy shit They got me diggin in my files Pro Tools, Adat tapes and big sounds Jumpin on a plane, jumpin out a taxi cab Stackin up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad "**** that nigga! He got another album on the board?" Damn right, another album on the board **** the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play I represent the whole Bay every mother****in day Count rubber band grands I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam And I, hover the lands To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand No jams the flam's all busted The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in your pockets, 'til they get them some But testin my pocket, only gets you none Cause I, got a pimp mentality The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my salary They ain't knowin I'm tight laced in my shoestrings Hate the way I'm flowin on the mic, cause I do gleam All types of baguettes and bezels We shine like life's {?} rebels 2005, me and my crew just pile the pots Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch... The Game |
Neighborhood Supa Starz Neighborhood Supa Starz [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. city 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 Converse 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 the Bigga Figga] 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] 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. [JT] Yeah mayne, I told y'all mayne Fillmoe California nigga where we launch the best nigga JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta, Seff the Gaffla Introducin the Game Nigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Fillmoe district Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne And we gon' pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayne So they can take him to the T-O-P Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff, y'knahmtalkinbout? But this album right here, this a Get Low, JT the Bigga Figga production My nigga Charlie-O on the beat, y'knahmtalkinbout? And we keepin it real thuggish mayne, Bay Area style nigga Black Wall Street, now let's get Money! The Game |
No More Fun And Games No More Fun And Games 3 Minutes my nigga...Ya'll know what it is..Just Blaze! Gangsta Gangsta that's already evident. Nigga wit a Attitude, check, check my residence. Whether I'm Crip or Blood, Homie, that's irrelivant. I'm with the D-O-C, there's nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims. I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I **** black bitches, **** white bitches, nigga I like bitches. Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches. If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches. Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain't... No More Fun and Games. [scratches and mix-ins] I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into One. Used to move birdies 'till I put a hole in one. Nigga they thought I wasn't holdin' a gun, they try to ride up on me like Afeni Shakurs only son. Dre told me he ain't doing Detox, this his only run. Mase coming back and Hovie done. I'm surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table, I am The Game and still niggas tryna play Dude. I'm Ruthless, I ain't talkin' 'bout the label. I hook niggas up and I don't mean free cable. I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V, the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine. I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing. On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming. So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin' me, tell Dre put up a mill cause that's what my bail Will be. No More Fun and Games. [scratches and mix-ins] I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days. 13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre. 30 minutes after I bought the new Em, that was November 18, 3:09 P.M. Around the same time Wanksta got it's first spin, that was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim. 8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn. And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in? I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes. I'm right here, 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings. 1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed. 2 Platinum Records for I'm classified with Biggie. And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah... The Game |
Ol' English Ol' English Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la Ridin' by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-foI washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13 that's when I had my first I was the first nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the mother****ers hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glock And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped I start bangin' red laces in my Adidas Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by I was a menace to society But I never left fingerprints on my I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans? I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen Then I went to college basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends Wanted to be Freeway Rick He showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip Hit my first switch same night ****ed my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in... The Game |
One Blood (Remix) 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 Ballin 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 **** 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, mu****a bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we ****in slang! And a 9 trey is what I ****in' claim! It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! [Snoop Dogg] 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 **** with blood, then you **** 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... WESTSIDE! [Nas] 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 [T.I.] 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 **** nigga FALL AND CRAWL! I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL! Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] 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... Uhh! [Fat Joe] 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! [Lil' Wayne] 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier Bangin underwater, **** 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! [N.O.R.E.] 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 [Jadakiss & Styles P] (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 (mother****in' 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 motha****in detonator) One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug) Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood) [Fabolous] 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 [Juelz Santana] 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 [Rick Ross] 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 [Twista] 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! [Daz] What up cuz! [Kurupt] 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! [Daz Dillinger] 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 Ride! [WC] 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? [E-40] The Bay Area, ****ers, 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 [Bun B] 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! [Chamillionaire] 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! [Slim Thug] 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 **** the cops! We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not! [Young Dro] 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 ? [The Clipse] 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 oneblood Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah! The Game |
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