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The Game
the fuck is all this noise?
He from Cali he rap
He better than this nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck y'all the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel I done it before
Sit in the throne the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck The Source
But I turn up my and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they New York
Till I my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New
And homey that's strictly he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No matter what you say dog your shit be
You better watch what you say it get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey switch your
'cause that shit on your last album ain't get you
What nigga you need a I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you
HE AIN'T A Industry I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do
12 for that bitch he won't live through that
a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G that
He ain't look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin to back
Leavin Jersey City naw Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
far from where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers they hack-a-shack
Give the money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him is back
That's nine five a bird half of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for
You know you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic
And I'm a give you 3500 for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the
They won't believe you the whole world know bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
Except you in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that heartless with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't matter IF Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to
They act like they forgot Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they AJ
It's me through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee for your burial
I niggaz without lettin the Desert blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the range rover
niggaz whisper around The Game The Game won't kill
Let me you the stars take you back to the car
Rewind march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
with my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper so we hit the block
Saw from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin through the alley like Bishop Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
see Game gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me catch you in Los without a pass
Everybody in New York know you a fag
Come out the show the world how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have that so I raised my antennas
Look at my got a call from Santana
nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just Outkast ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the
Run up you sure to die I'll you where you stand
Smurf-ette runnin New York like he the man
But he in his pants
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I wasn't there I had to my man
Or I terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head in Central Park
He can't walk through New York no more john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait Alpo come home
Like AZ Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
he know Jay-Z departed
And other rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin money off Roc like little E and
off your little chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep massages I could hear talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in office
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
Give him we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to 'em
a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A.
Mad 'cause Detroit the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a church on
Niggaz say they my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that a semi-automatic
With or traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he for my chain I might clap 'em
'cause shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty when the found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he how it feel
And I found out got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
at a D-12 concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of beats
Nigga this shit
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Shady
I forgive him I got of my own
How you think the gon' act know that Suge GOT home
niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc me the word I put this Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
Them sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an clip in my Reeboks
'cause I'm in and out my every time I see cops
Game got the streets call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin shot
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get your nephews and your niece
With my cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
fightin for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my
Tryin to talk TO Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by again and live it up
This might be the last time you me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the
My conscience me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE hit him up
I be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s he carry a pimp cup

[The Game
Dogg got the crown nigga
What the y'all mad at me for
I sold one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to my family nigga
I ain't no
I can't rap I'm from remember
You gotta be out your mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll murder of you motherfuckers

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