The Game Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 7

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:57

We Ain't (Eminem)

Ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength
Of Aftermath straight out the motha****in streets of Compton
Put your hands together for Game bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah motha****as
Compton's back on the motha****in map
Aftermath in that ass bitch
Game let's go

[The Game]
Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit
They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist
They say shit but **** them,
Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was
We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em
Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit
Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit
The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch
They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin'
Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this

[The Game]
So they callin us
We ain't goin no where so **** you
We ain't goin no where so **** you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

[Eminem]
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame
Your mind's lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch
You will end up in the same situation, same shit
Different day, just with different gangstas in your face
Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations
That he had somebody blasted
The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
And the victim's ***** up his ass, a basket case
And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going...

[The Game]
We ain't goin no where so **** you
We ain't goin no where so **** you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power

[The Game]
Low get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit
I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick
I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick
Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted
If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got
From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot
With a glock that don't phase me,
I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady ?
I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today
And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks

So I'm gone bitch
We ain't goin no where so **** you
We ain't goin no where so **** you
[Eminem]
This day the game won't ever be the same
[Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
[Eminem]
The game just isn't the same its changin
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:59

We Are The Hustlaz

Yeah...
Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout
Hey yo, yo

Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine
I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain
Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range
Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane
I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop
Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin the rock
Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box
My attitude shifty, never callin the cops
A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey
D's on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty
Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough
He get respect like rich and po**** a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars
And your wife, known to make my dick hard
Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's
When shit break out, y'all hit the fences

We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker
We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker
We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about

Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster
I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster
You know I'm 'bout macra I'll clap ya, a pirate like
Far from a Hollywood actor
A factor, focused on paper and cars
I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars
I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads
Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard
You know them Bentley bound, down, wild Hummer chicks
That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit
The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts
Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks
You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks
We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks
Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready
We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's

The Game on some regular rhymin, **** all this new shit
When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship
Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars
Get, brains from stars after those awards
Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar
That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars
Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours
Sittin on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars
Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm
She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm
Plus I blow digits like my first name was
Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted
Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six
Not know it's stocked? Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in
Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in
And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:01

Westside Story

Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these mutha ****as been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin,
The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats been knockin,
Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love ****in bitches to that Pac shit,
And westside connection been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
Faught that, not guilty im back,
Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,
Homie i'll bring ur CA back,
And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All u old record labels tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha ****in man,

If you take a look in my eyes,
You see i'll be a gangsta till I die,
That California chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where your from,
Nigga westside!

I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,
Gang bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clickin and clackin,
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin John Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on that black 745

New York New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing,
Got me ****in wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,
You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof,
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,
Got Compton on my back,
Im startin to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:03

When Shit Get Thick

[The Game]
Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed
I done answered that question when I copped my deal
Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer
I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming
Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it
I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin
Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600
Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors
It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law
Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board
So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars
Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours
Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras
Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city
And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go
like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh

When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin
Payback come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause
When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin
Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin
Payback come through violent, nigga
We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent

[Sean T]
No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space coaster
We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war, like United States soldiers
Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's
I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers
Before you even try to play, foolish all over
Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over
We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest
When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's
Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed
Always dirty never clean but we live like kings
Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow
But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows
Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah **** it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in
36 on a triple beam scale for meal
Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet
To bag up baguettes and everybody know it
I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up
My favorite color is rainbowed up
Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap
Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat
You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets
We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info
It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come
I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some
I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live
We check your five, the spot where the tec dies
And everybody gotta holla the name
It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:05

Where I'm From

[The Game]
I'ma B-L-double-O-D
Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P
Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E
Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G
Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones
in Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from}
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch"
She get them birds past, I put her in first class
And tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bag
She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag
And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags
Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin
I lay niggaz out like creased khakis
In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin
I got the whole N-Y-C saggin

[Nate Dogg]
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels)

[The Game]
Y'all niggaz got it ****ed up
What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher?
Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus
Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuzSee me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love"
(If you don't know) I painted the Rover black
The West coast is back, I can smoke to that
Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact
I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques
Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack
Homey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to back
So please don't push me..
You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all ...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:06

Why You Hate The Game

[Nas]
Y'all know what it is...
The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it..
Can't hate us....
Fellas...

Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child of the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy,
Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles,
Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And still I don't abort 'em when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live...

I don't talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze....

Pac is watchin', Big is listenin',
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin',
To every n***a listeninI was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole,
Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble,
15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo',
Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle,
I rekindled the flame,
Dre created The Game,
N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came,
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a

Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me,
How you gon' pass the dutchie to them n***as that don't love me,
I'm talkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top,
Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not,
I'll **** you rap n***as like virgins,
Dre took my training wheels off his curtains.
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours, the endin of his,
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz,
N*gga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line,
Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines,
And I still think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind,
But I just hold back cuz we ain't beefin like that,
He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One love.

I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless.
I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:08

Work Hard

[JT]
Get Low Records mother****er
Bringin the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low mother****er that's what it is mother****er
Yeah, who ****in with us nigga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it right

[Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but **** it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin&rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B

[JT]
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball

For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, **** takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, **** it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a Philly

[JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
**** what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga
**** all your major labels nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 07:09

Wouldn't Get Far

For you baby, I'd find you
You wouldn't get far

I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that ****ed Biggie and 'Pac
Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top
She'll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Putting oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that how you get that
And all these new video bitches trying to be Melissa Ford
But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
Ha ha

You wouldn't get far ****ing them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far If you kept your legs closed
It would be just a waste of time But you know
You wouldn't get far ****ing them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you baby, I'd find you For you
And you, for alla y'all

For you... uhh..

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
Did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowing damn well they gon' call me?
The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for a pre.. nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
Well why the hell you think these bitches coming at me fo'?
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio
Yo

I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in "Boomerang" yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was ****ing with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody trying to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he ****ed back in the day
The things niggaz do when pussy sitting on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, foImpala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Takara
And she ain't win the show but she riding in that Gallardo
That's why I **** 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow

God damn! Y'knahmsayin?
I'm sitting back watching Kanye video
And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video
Then I flip the muh'****in channel
Checking out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same Bitch, that was in my video! Y'knowhatI'msayin?
And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' ****ed up
I'm watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same bitch on Oprah, floating away on the hood of a Camry
That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video!
I mean Damn! Everywhere I look
Everywhere I go I see the same hoes
Don't get mad, I'm only being real
Yeah...

The Game

**Kartal** · 31.10.24, 10:30

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04.09.08, 06:57	#61 (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 :	We Ain't (Eminem) We Ain't (Eminem) Ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength Of Aftermath straight out the motha**in streets of Compton Put your hands together for Game bitch Hahahaha Yeah mothaas Compton's back on the mothain map Aftermath in that ass bitch Game let's go [The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist They say shit but them, Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin' Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this [The Game] So they callin us We ain't goin no where so you We ain't goin no where so you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power [Eminem] Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame Your mind's lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch You will end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's * up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going... [The Game] We ain't goin no where so you We ain't goin no where so you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power [The Game] Low get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot With a glock that don't phase me, I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady ? I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks So I'm gone bitch We ain't goin no where so you We ain't goin no where so ** you [Eminem] This day the game won't ever be the same [Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas [Eminem] The game just isn't the same its changin To new Game You're now about to witness the power... The Game

04.09.08, 06:59	#62 (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 :	We Are The Hustlaz We Are The Hustlaz Yeah... Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout Hey yo, yo Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin the rock Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box My attitude shifty, never callin the cops A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey D's on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough He get respect like rich and po** a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars And your wife, known to make my dick hard Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's When shit break out, y'all hit the fences We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster You know I'm 'bout macra I'll clap ya, a pirate like Far from a Hollywood actor A factor, focused on paper and cars I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard You know them Bentley bound, down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's The Game on some regular rhymin, ** all this new shit When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars Get, brains from stars after those awards Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours Sittin on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm Plus I blow digits like my first name was Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six Not know it's stocked? Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense... The Game

04.09.08, 07:01	#63 (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 :	Westside Story Westside Story Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these mutha **as been patiently waiting, Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, I got California love in bitches to that Pac shit, And westside connection been had it locked bitch, I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that, not guilty im back, Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback, Homie i'll bring ur CA back, And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha in man, If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, Gang bangin is real, Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum, And get the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and In the dope spot playin John Madden, Homie I aint braggin, I took five, If u wanna die run up on that black 745 New York New York, big city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, Got me **in wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through, So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest, And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, Got Compton on my back, Im startin to feel the pressure, I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records... The Game

04.09.08, 07:03	#64 (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 :	When Shit Get Thick When Shit Get Thick [The Game] Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed I done answered that question when I copped my deal Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent [Sean T] No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa We off the train tracks like the great space coaster We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa Prepare for war, like United States soldiers Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers Before you even try to play, foolish all over Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed Always dirty never clean but we live like kings Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah **** it the whole bottle And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle [JT the Bigga Figga] I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in 36 on a triple beam scale for meal Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet To bag up baguettes and everybody know it I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up My favorite color is rainbowed up Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live We check your five, the spot where the tec dies And everybody gotta holla the name It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT The Game

04.09.08, 07:05	#65 (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 :	Where I'm From Where I'm From [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones in Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from} Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch" She get them birds past, I put her in first class And tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bag She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin I lay niggaz out like creased khakis In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin I got the whole N-Y-C saggin [Nate Dogg] If you don't know (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside) Where I'm from (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't know (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making) Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels) [The Game] Y'all niggaz got it ****ed up What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher? Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuzSee me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love" (If you don't know) I painted the Rover black The West coast is back, I can smoke to that Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack Homey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to back So please don't push me.. You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all ... The Game

04.09.08, 07:06	#66 (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 :	Why You Hate The Game Why You Hate The Game [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... Vice behind me on the intersection, Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection, Dress superb, admired by conspirers, Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all n*as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, na show me the baby, And my na Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles, Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin', Witnessin' you rockin with Nas, confirmed my suspicion, Green fatigues on, My nas I bleed for 'em, I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... I don't talk about my guns, na I just blaze.... Pac is watchin', Big is listenin', While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin', To every na listeninI was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle, I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, Na with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, Na Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon' pass the dutchie to them nas that don't love me, I'm talkin' nas that never wanted to see me on top, Same nas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not, I'll you rap nas like virgins, Dre took my training wheels off his curtains. I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers, The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career, The ending of yours, the endin of his, Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz, Ngga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line, Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, And I still think about my n***a from time to time, Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind, But I just hold back cuz we ain't beefin like that, He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap. One love. I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless. I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though... The Game

04.09.08, 07:08	#67 (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 :	Work Hard Work Hard [JT] Get Low Records mother**er Bringin the best to the table Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is JT Get Low motherer that's what it is motherer Yeah, who in with us nigga Now (what goes around comes around) I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz Now get it right [Bluechip] Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips And I ain't want to take it there but it we can bang My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner Been reignin&rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder [Nina B] In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get This is the life, that was given to me A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me Nina B [JT] We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what Underground with it, poppin collars now Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass I take the long way, takin the shortcut Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects While starvin artists is closest to sets And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally So turn the music up and roll a Philly [JT] Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me My shipment too big, frontin out the homies I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga ** all your major labels nigga, that's what it is JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B... The Game

04.09.08, 07:09	#68 (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 :	Wouldn't Get Far Wouldn't Get Far For you baby, I'd find you You wouldn't get far I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that **ed Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set Putting oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez She was Eye Candy in the XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars Can't get you that how you get that And all these new video bitches trying to be Melissa Ford But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards Ha ha You wouldn't get far ing them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far If you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know You wouldn't get far ing them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you For you And you, for alla y'all For you... uhh.. Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers Not to brag but, if it add up One, two, nigga that's mad nuts Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowing damn well they gon' call me? The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre.. nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo Well why the hell you think these bitches coming at me fo'? But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio Yo I done had my share of bitches with long hair Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in "Boomerang" yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop top In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was ing with Scott I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes And ain't nobody trying to take Beyonce from Jay But I know a bitch named Superhead he ed back in the day The things niggaz do when pussy sitting on they face Stabbed Un in the stomach She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, foImpala, forget the double D's I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Takara And she ain't win the show but she riding in that Gallardo That's why I 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow God damn! Y'knahmsayin? I'm sitting back watching Kanye video And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the muh'in channel Checking out my uncle Snoop Dogg video And I see the same Bitch, that was in my video! Y'knowhatI'msayin? And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' **ed up I'm watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah, floating away on the hood of a Camry That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video! I mean Damn! Everywhere I look Everywhere I go I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only being real Yeah... The Game

31.10.24, 10:30	#69 (permalink)
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