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The Game
the fuck is all this noise?
He from Cali he rap
He ain't better this nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck y'all hear the

1: The Game]
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks up under me dog
And it feel like I it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved that we lost
You ain't wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New
Till I lace my show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New
And homey strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he snitched to get me back
No matter you say dog your shit be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you
nigga let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A niggaz I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do
12 bars for that he won't live through that
Even a nigga a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his yeah, yeah do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his tee you could see his ribs through that
You let your ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton show you where the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
That's nine five a take half of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the ask for Black
You know what you started with give him half of
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a the Mack
They won't you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing after
you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven with boots on
No subliminals I talkin to you Shawn
I'm to that heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass let men toss his salad like croutons
I with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit Hot 97 with no tools on
And it don't IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot about
I don't rap for Free that's why fired AJ
It's me leaking your stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black like the range rover
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me you the stars take you back to the car
Rewind march 3, 1994
I was in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We through the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First and I did that without a mask
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
in New York know that you a fag
Come out the closet the world how to use a pad
death on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call from
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in
So I hopped on the thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my
I'm the man Stat Quo
I ain't explain even Bo know
Have of these rap is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The with a broke nose
My bitch than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a
I'm Dre certified the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die leave you where you stand
runnin around New York like he the man
But he in his pants
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I would've New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean terrorize New
I expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk through New no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed artists
blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like little E and
off your little chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches me mnage's
Deep I could hear Eazy talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
a couple mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we don't see often
But it was all a dream I seen Memph 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 to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to 'em
Just a little information for summer vacation
Bring chain 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da ain't makin it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a
With or without I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without
I'm a savage spit like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that 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 reach for my I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz shot me in
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in
And Sha Money told me Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
Backstage at a concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's
Niggaz show me love when they see me in the
But they frown when I don't wanna none of they beats
Nigga shit crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act that Suge GOT home
These is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
Them white is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call
Get the whole LAPD shot
snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece
With my heat cocked in the stop
witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the won't fit
Niggaz might think I'm ridin
'cause I'M AT the cemetery creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you hear me '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 loud to wake B.I.G and them up
if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

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

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