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The Game

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Ey yo Drama
We bout to burn the motherfucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast club
I wanna welcome everybody to the motherfucking Red Room
This aint a mixtape
This is life
Get 'em!

It's been a long time
Get reacquainted with the world famous
You know how on point my aim is
Long range snipers
Class shut of titans
Chrome pipin and it's 300 like Leonidas
Snub in the bubble goose
Ridin' down the interstate
Where fiends put them needles in their arm and let it penetrate
Leanin' sideways with my fitted straight
The 27s on point the paint job a New York minute late
Check my Autumn on no clouds in my stones
Projects Reagan standin' by the corner store
2 glocks on me bang bang if you wanna war
That was '05 now we ballin' on this tour
Screaming out 'Thug Life' pouring Belvy on your whore
Money I'm involved with it
Wake up and ball with it
Kobe, Gasol with it
Uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips OT
Before I had a goatee I used to bag the OZ yeah!
Fishscale nigga, what up Ghost?
Then stash 'em by the oak tree
Move it by the coke leaf
Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley
Nigga don't insult me
I banana boat B-R-C-K-S' and stuff 'em in the Lexus
I'm sittin' fat like Precious
Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clips on the dresser, yessir
I'm bout to ball
Louis bag the fucking mall
Bitches, money, and fast cars nigga I want it all
Yeah! Word to my kids nigga I want it all
NASCAR game why the fuck would I stall?
I'm the franchise nigga Chris fucking Paul
Empty out the cannon hit your bitch, you, the truck and all
Withdraw 200 thousand and then fuck it off
King of the hill got a dime bitch cutting raw
She bagged the last nigga I unzip she suck it soft
Black superman yeah I'm above the law
I put this hollow tip a quarter inch above your jaw
Eat out a fucking straw
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk
It's a wrap, I rap, when I wrap the pump
Throw me in the game module and tell 'em wrap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga no captain crunch
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
I'm hungry like I aint trapped in months
So nigga act and stunt my glock pack a punch
Or rock and heck la cotch and seal your pine box
Leave your head wrapped for months
While I pass the blunt to my niggas
We all rocked out 'what's up jigga?'
Sometimes I be in BK with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I copped it off of ebay
I pop cham like its my bday
Horsepower under my hood
Like it's an Olympic relay
My flow right on time no delay
I raise a million dollars send it off to Chile
Word to my red cross I don't fuck with Red Cross
I'm on Madden nigga EA
I'm in VA money talks with dre and pharrell on 3-way
Them 28s that's my DJ they spinnin' shit
When I took trips OT I never win and shit
I just dropped and cock and then I tennis shit
Diddy and Mike Epps I'm All About the Benjamins
In it for the benefits I'll be down in ten and six
Tell 'em give me a porterhouse and some eggs benedict
Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry
And I'm livin' it
I'll be out in Venice shit
They say Weezy Jordan nigga I'm on my Pippen shit
They say Drake Lebron I'm on my Mo Williams shit
If T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck it I'm Derek fisher shit
Long as I'm in the starting 5 imma get it in
Cuz I promised the city of Compton I would get it in
I was Outkasted Andre Benjamin
Now I slide through with my Dominican woman friend
She like put No Ceilings in yeah
You seppy heels, expensive wines, pariciels (?)
It aint tricking I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, sweet wheels, back seat like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patron shots to the purse with chrome glocks
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it
Nigga I had to kill it
I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it yeah
Keep running nigga
House above the subway
Feel it through the projects
Come through the Murcielago a foreign object
Number one prospect the day that I was drafted
Aftermath-matic unleash the fucking bastard
Don't respect none of u niggas
Get in the casket
Talking ratchets never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic
Put it in the plastic
88 bars and runnin' throw it with my other classics
Drama you should've warned these niggas, I'm about to kill 'em yeah
Trash bag it
This is crack and I know you been fiending for this come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga fuck the plaques
Aint on no beef shit but it's still fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York I set a bunch of traps
Put the cheese where they can see it
And if u stunt you clap
Catch 'em in the club that's when I stomp 'em flat
Nigga get up after that go get a fucking bat
I tell you about these fucking rats
They either snitch or bend over to catch
No matter how u look at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottomless Ciroc and I twist the cap
Sit back watch the NBA playoffs and roll it back yeah
Real fat yeah
All I do is stack bread
In the hood on the wall like a fucking Fathead
Two 9's on your back Warren Sapp yeah
This is my block and u niggas can't trap here
Unless you wanna get clapped here head wrapped yeah
I'm killing niggas I should have a hundred tats here
Celebrate your death
Toast bottles and clap beers
Its gon' be a cold summer come through like brr
The red phantom bull shit the 25 Steve Kerr
The beat insane Just Blaze in this motherfucker
The cars outside but Kaze in this motherfucker
I should let off a couple strays in this motherfucker
Fuck that trying to get laid in this motherfucker
Yo tell your friends to get with my friends
Yeah meet me in the parking lot
License plate aftermath
Screaming out fuck 50
Wouldn't snitch for half his cash
If you wasn't such a bitch nobody would've have to blast
Still it's down in Jacksonville don't make me have to wrap your jag
Cuz I'd rather be in Sandro Pe
I'm packing bag
With bitches that speak French
How do u say catch a cab
I don't trick euros
I don't trick pounds
I bowling ball bitches 'til I knock 'em all down
Like the '93 Pac I get around
Duffles by the staircase
Crack by the backdoor
Navigate my way through the south
I used to trap hoe
All the way through Queensbridge moving packs yo
Might of lost a couple friends but I got my gat though
Blast for my rap foes could never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds when I was in that Rav4
Now I pull up in that truck with that crash bar
With the mag low give you everything that u ask for
Sometimes I could be a fucking asshole
In the bank with my mask on
Look at this nigga AR don't take your fucking mask off bitch empty out the cash drawer
We on a suicide mission but we don't give a fuck
Cuz if we make it out bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club with a glock nigga what
Give me your bitch she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon' do shit but pour champagne on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her
Don't put that back on too many cum stains on it
Run a train on her call Cartoon
Have him tattoo my name on her Star Trak too
You know what fuck it Aftermath too
Put a little smoke on it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside nigga I'm surrounded
Had a spot in the jungles 'til the fucking feds found it
Mama yo son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches
Don't even think about it we got cameras dogs and guns
Ask Pepe he was there he can vouch it
Threw it in the trashcan on some Oscar the Grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out time to reroute shit
Settle down in Mississippi got a down south clique
And my niggas like we don't know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch got his fucking mouth fixed
You get 25 he get his fucking throat slit
Cut him like filet minon and throw him off the boat bitch
Feed him to the sharks and dock the yacht
Oil in the water damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off us niggas on some trench coat shit
It's a drug war real life grand theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit yo man next
Come through on some retarded shit just sprayin' techs
Where my dogs at tell 'em I'm crazier than DMX
Lazier than Chinese eyes when I'm puffin' that
Blueberry I aint talking where the muffins at
Roll up the sour diesel if u want nigga
I split open a dutch then I'm stuffin' that
You should get a flight to California come fuck with that
That's all you go ahead hop in the truck with that
Take it down to Cashville and hit young buck with that
Don't bring nothing back border patrol cuffin that
I aint trying to see the pen I have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real early keep lunching fags
This shit easy you rap niggas my punching bags
I got some combinations nigga Pacquiao shit
Talking about u popping tags
Talking bout u poppin Cris
Where u get it poppin at
Nigga u aint poppin shit
But an X pill as I turn the Lex wheels
I got a mean phantom very upset grill
Tell 'em why u mad son
That nigga pulled a fast one
You know who you are when I see u that's your ass son
But I'm in the club throwing shots like my last gun
Its 2-o-clock yurr
Gotta make a cash run
Yo go get the truck from around the corner tell Wack I'll meet him outside
Into the 7-11 bout to blast one
This nigga AR will not keep his fucking mask on
Deal with it when we get to the crib
You niggas is wildin wait till we get to the crib
And split this fucking money up
Hit the block and dummy up
Shave the onion slice it down the middle
That's a tummy tuck
That's how we do it in Compton
Fuck the police
Defend my hood like a NHL goalie
Sometimes it's cold on these motherfucking streets nigga
Iced out Rolie
And I still remember everything that Dre told me
Red po low fleece

[Continued from above, yeah, this shit's fuckin' long]

Sippin' on that OE
Never been to jail cuz I never had a codeine
Do it just like the OG's
Cut the Impala in half insert the goldies
And bounce this motherfucker until it got a slow leak
Flatbed pick it up and you know me
I'm going with the car all night no sleep
Gotta get this motherfucker back on the strip
Next day we in the red phantom 4 deep
Kids runnin' up to the car
Block off the whole street
It's the ice cream man like the OP
Cali like the lions o-line that's where the holes be
B.C. runnin shit like a nose bleed
Don't get it confused the screw like codeine
More swag than the niggas from the show me
That's yo bitch im bout to mack her like goldie
Shit together we can rule the world baby
Blacked out Cartier 4 seasons caviar
Spray a little Diddy on it that will get the panties off
Niggas see me in the lobby lookin' like damn he soft
Catch me outside where I can let this fucking cannon off
Soo to the Woo bet I let this cannon off
And put everything in the clip right where u standing dawg
Ride off in the Mazi like can I ball?
For the bucks I'm trying to get it like Brandon dawg
Young money clearly NBA rookie of the year
I'm still standing tall wish the twin towers was
Taking innocent lives that's the type of shit a coward does
I'm just reminiscing smoking on a sour blunt
Take a couple more hits and pass the shit around the bus
You can't tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs
A hundred rounds and ten drums that's a thousand slugs
One day I flipped the kitchen table
Found a bug kept looking found another one right around the subs
Ey yo feds can u hear me?
Goddamn
I was taking a shit then I seen one by the tub
Feeding my fish there's a wire right by the rug
Dumb motherfuckers this is not where they buy the drugs
That's salami in the kitchen that we firing up
The world full of bitches all the niggas dying up
They stretching niggas out for crack all the fiends trying to dust
We got some mean smokers for the sack they tie you up
Quarter sack and get the pound brick burn the house down
The connect aint gon' think that shit is funny
What the fuck is niggas laughing at
Run up u got some cash in that
Knock on yo mama door your head sittin' in a basinet
While I'm on a G4 smokin' up half the jet
All season in New York smoking up half the jets
246 bars aint broke half a sweat
Just got half a mil
Gave the hood half a check
And I done shot it out with probably over half the jets
Sometimes just for the love dawg but have respect
That's that hood shit I'm living good bitch
Out of my mind like breaking off half a x
Moving though Hollywood faster than a bag of meth
Yup niggas better watch they step unless they in a fraternity
But that aint concerning me
Let's get back on this ape shit
Back to the basics
Cold words flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix
Yeah Betty Crocker that
Then hit the block with that
Cut off khakis house shoes and the stocking cap
Bitches ride give me some white tees red tip socks
My flow a 38 don't make me have to cock it back
Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring the old rockets back
2 holes in your face where your sockets at
Bring the whole hood out and show 'em how to drop a rat
They got them brand new Porsches out I'm coppin' that
V12 under the hood aint no stock in that
Panoramic sunroof me and this chick watching glass
My hood like cameras in the bumper watch yo ass
Get yo ass smoked around these parts young'n
What the fuck you thought ride up bangin Too Short
Smoke you like a Newport nigga this aint New York
I'll be in the jungle with lions or in the zoo lost
Or with my wolves that's dying to get they tooths off
City of angels be careful who you cross
Niggas will run and missing childs take them fucking jewels off
Rappin all that goon shit we all know that u soft
A baby's ass in a Martha Stewart facecloth
Or a box of cotton stay pushed 'til you rotten
So nigga you stay on yo rap shit
While I stay on my trap shit
My bust a gat shit
Busta hit me like you wrote 400 that quick
Naw 282 and that's just cuz the track sick
120 more welcome to the liquor store
Same one that frog sent me lil nigga get the raw
And I did it so Cedar Block I'm with it
Who do you think got all these niggas in them Cincinnati fitteds yeah
Took America and Ken Griffey'd that
7-5-8s throw up my crown
Throw up my khakis and rush the knights down
Jump in the 'Lac and push the night town
Them is space jams I need 'em right now
Jordan sweat suit on oh they do it
Go wacka flocka on them niggas in these new kicks
You know how that go
New kicks new whip blue six loc'in on a set like a new crip
That line was so crazy I had to share that shit blood
Interior coke white smooth like cool whip
Sold that shit to Rick Ross 80 thou cool flip
Then I got that vibrant thang
My little q-tip
That Maseratti a problem especially with that dual shift
0 to 60 and woo! It's like a mule kick
I swear to God like the preacher in a pool pit
Speaking of pools mine heated come through bitch
As long as it's the pearl I don't care who you come through with
Canadian Spanish French nigga whatever
Ménage in the deep end head on the back end
I wanna fuck the Asian bitch next time leave your fat friend
Why the fuck you all in that Honda all packed in
Headed to Inglewood say what's up to Mac 10
Say what's up to Glock 9
I'm back on you niggas head
LA would be a ghost town if I wanted niggas dead
Run with my goon squad cuz more than half you niggas feds
It's either that u ATF or one of 50 friends
I see the wires hangin out you nigga's levi's
But fuck it though cuz the nigga did let me in
But he didn't wanna see the game in HD on ESPN
I think the bull is on it (?) we was the best of friends
Then shit flipped went to his hoes like I was Mexican
We all know the west put the burner to his chest
Hit him with 300 bars and let the streets do the rest yes
Terror is over you can eat now
Jayceon killed Freddy the whole world can sleep now
Dream snatcher that's me now
Take yo money lay yo bitch ass on the beach now
I can see it a G-Unit beach towel
Another man on it y'all bout to tan on us
Send some lil goons by to kick some fucking sand on it
We aint watchin go ahead nigga jam on it
Damn homie in high school you was the man homie
You was lucky in Manhattan the clip jammed
But come to Cali you a moose in some quicksand
Gon' sink nigga like a fucking boat with bullet holes in it
Butter soft Banks you a bitch man
Me and you was cool until 50 unscrewed your kickstand
And Yayo turn in your senior citizen wristband
Slap the shit out you for at lil henchman
And just like the old days I play the bench man
Dre play the big hand I'm cool with the sixth man
Never selfish nigga I'm eating shell fish nigga
My legacy will never die the black elvis nigga
Come check me out in graceland nigga pull out the guitar and everything
Glock by my pelvis clip by the waistline
On the block like Chris Bosh shoot it from the baseline
We at the 350 mall it's break time
Ey yo go get the hell out the car man, naw this is purple haze nigga im bout to roll this shit up get high nigga finish this motherfucking 400 bars, naw my keys right there by that coconut ciroc
Yeah let's go
Yo tell the runners I'm hungry man I need some french toast bacon and shit
Run up on you with 50 beams and 50 chefs
Niggas thinking it's The Game trying to push a left
Call a timeout like I'm out
All these soft ass rappers faking the crime route
Niggas got real quiet now that Shyne out
Don't make me smuggle him out of Belize and pull the 9's out
Nigga scared now my goons are here now
We turnin on headlights and runnin over deers now
Yeah all up in the woods what's good
And im the only one u rap niggas should fear now
You see a G-Unit poster you better tear it down
I'm talking to you motherfucker so turn around
The beef forever lives never ever put your burner down
I beat the shit out these niggas they Tina Turner now
Stripped of they manhood ass naked like they Sherman now
While I peel the top off the block and just burn it out
Hit the strip club with my niggas and just turn it out
Ey yo that's Jeezy motherfucking lambo? Shit cold nigga
They got free hot wings they bringing full sermons out
It's all good we straight time to perm it out
Katt Williams run up in your house tie you up make u watch while we run through your spouse
Lift up your fucking blouse Tiger Woods been in this
No thank you pass that bitch the menace
Get what I came for stuff it inside the range doors
380 bars in you ready for the main course
Yo give me a couple of napkins a salad fork I'm starving nigga
June 15th one of us gotta change course
But not the one that spit 400 blunted and aint hoarse
8 plaques on the wall hang yours
Before u get one I'll probably have 8 more
It never been about the money with me
Just been about trying to get my niggas something to eat
Take em on a couple tours get em something to beat
Never satisfied that's why we keep the guns on the seat yeah
All I know is blocks, glocks, and ciroc
Let's get it
Who got a blunt I can chief
Niggas runnin around like Indians but naw not one of em chief
Killa California I'm just one of the beasts
Take a fucking blood bath and bathe myself with the beef uh
It's the home stretch and I aint even home yet
Only thing that's stopping me is me I'm my own threat
Eating lobsters write Al Capone checks
I still aint on the level of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet
Niggas gone learn to respect the veterans apologize to Cube
But after this year and after this here
Niggas won't see the throne for another 6 years
PS motherfucker aint no bitch here
I'm going out the same way I came in 5th gear
I see the finish line shit yeah!
It's time to celebrate canary bring that 'Cris here
Sticks tell crack bring the cars around the back
406 bars bitch it's a wrap

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