The Game Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:18

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:20

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:23

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:24

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:28

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:29

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:31

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:32

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:33

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

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:37

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

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Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 muthaa 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 Motherer 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 motherer, 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

04.09.08, 04:23	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

04.09.08, 04:24	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

04.09.08, 04:28	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

04.09.08, 04:29	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 motherer 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

04.09.08, 04:31	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 motherer 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

04.09.08, 04:32	#8 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

04.09.08, 04:33	#9 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

04.09.08, 04:37	#10 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

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