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The Game - All The Way Gone - lyrics

[Game]
She leave her hair in the sink
She leave her hair on the floor
Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more
She wear a scarf, Louis V to big ?
It's a wrap, messing up her wrap, blowing out her back
Never let another rat hit it from back or the front
On my mama nigga, I be gone for months
I come back
[Mario]
And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight
[Game]
I'mma lick in circles now..
[Mario]
Tell me what that feel like
[Game]
Feels like when you try them red bottoms on
Feels like the song cause we all the way gone..

The Game - All That - lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]
You know I love you like cooked food, I’m a good dude
Let’s hit the Roscoe’s on Pico, I’m in a hood mood
I'm sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin’ tags
Her shoe game sick, we drinkin’ Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit, f-ck with me and you’re famous
Kanye'd my *****, now she’s away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
Who knew we’d grew into, whatever we into
That’s too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yea she cool like that
In them Trues, why you move like that
[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I’m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
[Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne]
Uh, you my lady
And that ***** feel like a haven
We can make babies, let’s be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I’m a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad *****es, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don’t answer my phone, then we probably f-cking, ya
She love my tattoos
Ain’t got no room for her name but I’mma make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said “I’m glad you ate it," where my cap & gown?
Told her “I can be your chauffeur,” dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms, that’s my M.O
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty
[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I’m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, my girl’s sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door
Indeed, give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I’m looking down from Heaven screaming “Oh, Hell no!”
When you hop on top, girl, that’s what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it ain’t feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that’s just real life
Cause it’s hard when you ain’t on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain’t on the same boat
They trying to sink everything that we made float
She told me ‘bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Don’t f-ck her on her period, ain’t into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she know me
[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I’m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
[Outro: Fabolous]
I’m feeling your style
I’m loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
You’re killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl
You all that…

The Game - Ali Bomaye - lyrics

[Intro: Game]
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? ***** you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter ***** with me on spring break
Well, I'm a ***** her 'til the springs break
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winnin
And my four door looking real photogenic
Jam 'em on the tire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, ***** rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3, 000
From the P houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya *****
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working *****
Fell in love with a waitress what the ***** I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
[Verse 2: Game]
***** y'all mad at me for
Got a black car, and a black phantom
With a white ***** in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick ***** in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
***** y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got [?], ***** [?]
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a ***** nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no [?]
But they yellin'...
[Hook: Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle ***** it let 'em spray
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, *****es not tagging along
[Verse 4: Game]
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap [?]
Got a ***** that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
***** with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
[Verse 5: 2 Chainz and Game]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad *****es and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas *****, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work the work at your residence...
... For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that mutha*****in' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the mutha*****as in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today
[Hook]

The Game - Bad Intentions - lyrics

Bad intentions nigga
*****ing with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
***** *****es at our leisure
Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures
Hoes down, B's up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son
***** a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it?
I'm a made man, I wear J's and
I been around more rocks than a *****in cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
*****ed my credit up smashin the Ashton
FYI nigga I got a magnum,
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I'm a mother*****in butcher
Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
I be all up in the kitchin
No need for an apron, playboy
I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash
? *****in with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god
Church, Higher power
Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty
I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit?
Paid for my momma house, bout 700k
Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean yayo
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
We come through chargin nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though
Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo
And I ain't talking bout the x-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life, black ops
Where it's still ***** the police, white and black cop
And we ain't killin Jonny, no
Nigga give em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin
Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas
Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers
So mother ***** a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy? and my mother *****in home boys
But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
And before you try to say that that's a diss,
I was up at Khaled's house two days ago *****
Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white *****
That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kid's
Look at them and see how a mother*****er live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit.

The Game - Ain't No Doubt About It - lyrics

I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeh
Cuz lady, you cool
That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' *****s (keep movin' *****s)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)
Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move. yeah
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool.
[Verse 1: game]
G a m e, drop top bent-a-ley (bentley)
Gucci belt buckle fresh out of italy
I'm a baller, literally
Haters are swine flu, you're killing me
I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
My chick riding shotgun, billie jean
Half belizian half from the phillipines
Niggas energy, is like they got the heaves
Sick of me think they wanna nine milly me
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
My bullets sing like their registered to ascap
Need I say more out in singapore
Everything I do exotic I don't need to bring a broad
Mr. red carpet, I don't do awards
You want it I done it 5 million on tour, offshore.
[Chorus:]
I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
Cause lady, you cool!
That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' *****s (keep movin' *****s)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)
Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool
[Verse 2: game]
Yo pharrell, I'm ri-ri-diculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'rarri same color as licorice
If I ain't with her my b**ch like "this my nigga's s**t"
Haters beware, I can see clear
Through the lens on these black louis vs yeah
Something 'bout mary, make me wanna blow up
And b got the dizzy like for me when I show up
Whip game crazy I call it all kinda
You a big fish to swim the piranhas
Used to call me "dope game" when I came from jose
Now I play the roosevelt and I cop rose
Niggas be like yo you lease that? no way!
California slim license plate st. tropez
Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters
Been a mobster since the two-way holla
[Chorus:]
I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeh
Cuz lady, you cool
That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' *****s (keep movin *****s)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)
Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool

The Game - Around The World - lyrics

(feat. Jamie Foxx)
[jamie Foxx]
Ohhh-ohhhhh Yeah
[chorus: Jamie Foxx]
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)
[the Game]
She Like Black Bentley Coupes, Black Day-tons
Black Interior, Black Ridin Shotgun
Black Fo'-five, Black Air Ones
Bangin "the Black Album," Track #1
She Like That Jay Shit, That's Her Favorite
If It's Gon' Get Me The ***** I'ma Play That Shit
If She Bite Too Hard, I'ma Say That Shit
But Don't Bite Me *****, 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
[chorus]
[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 *****
So Much, I'm Sittin Outside In The Benz
Thinkin Back To Dre's House When I *****ed Her Best Friend
The ***** 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 ***** Sex Was Wack
And You're All I Need, Even Jamie Know That
[chorus W/ Ad Libs]
[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 ***** 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
[chorus W/ Ad Libs]
[jamie Foxx]
Around The World With Me Yeah
Around The World With Me, Ayy
Around The World With Me, Hey
Mmm, Ohh

The Game - 300 Bars & Runnin' - lyrics

[intro]
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 Mutha*****a
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 ***** A Man
So This Black Wallstreet For Life Now
Ggg-unot!
[game]
300 Bars And Runnin
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 *****z 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 ***** 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 *****z That Rapped In Philly?
See Them *****z With The Soonies Leave You Wrapped In Philly
Then Dash In Groups Like Beanie Mac In Philly
?? 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
Labels 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 *****z 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 Thinkin, 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
*****z 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, ***** 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 *****z Make Collect Calls
1-800-split A Faggot ***** 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 ??, 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
***** Ass ***** 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 *****, When You Need Help With Your Rhymes
All He Gon' Tell You Is Say G-unit One More Time
Got Mad Cuz 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 *****z Saying My Name Like Mike Jones
The Underground Is Mine, I Treat It Like Home
It's The Reason *****z Saying My Name Like Mike Jones
The Underground Is Mine, I Treat It Like Home
It's The Reason *****z Saying My Name Like Mike Jones
I Said
The Underground Is Mine, I Treat It Like Home
It's The Reason *****z 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, ***** This Is More Than Music
Even Dre Knew It, That Boy Hot Like Summer
Both Feet In The Dirt, 300 Bars And Runnin
And I Beef With Any *****, Say My Name Mutha***** I'm Gunnin'
You 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 ***** 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
Cuz 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 ***** 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
Cuz When You *****ing With Jayceon, You Can Bleed In The Lake
For Caking Off *****z 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
*****es Only For Your Shit Just A Lil Bit
*****z 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 Reebock 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
Cuz 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
***** 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 Thats 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 Hurse 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 *****, On Pictures With The Jake *****?
Got His Crew Starving Cuz He Ain't The Whole Cake, *****
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 Talkin 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 Tryin, We Thought You Was Hot
Now The Same ***** 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
***** 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
***** I'll Smack That Ho Like I'm Jackie-o
Cuz 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
*****z 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
Cuz I'm A Cold ***** 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, Cuz 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
Cuz 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, Cuz 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 Pentition
I Be Mad, I Ain't, I'm Supposed To Stop I Can't Because
I'm In The Hood Politican, Impala Liftin'
And 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 Cuz You Love Your Life
Get My Vibe, When It's War He Pull Out Butter Knifes
Mutha*****a 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 *****, 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 ***** Reebocks
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 Mutha*****a, Yeah, Who Want Beef?
Now Whenever Mutha*****a, 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 ***** Can Stop Me From Taking It Over
This Is Crack Music, Go Get The Baking Soda
300 Bars And Runnin, Nigga The Wait Is Over
I'm Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone

The Game - 300 Bars & Runnin' - lyrics

(INTRO)
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 muthaf**ka
Don't f**k 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 ***** a man
So this Black Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!
(GAME)
300 Bars and Runnin
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 *****z 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 ***** 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 *****z that rapped in Philly?
See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, 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
Labels 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 *****z 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
F**k Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, 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 pop cristal wit 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
*****z running their mouth about what the f**k 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, ***** 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 *****z make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot ***** 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 the phony NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that shit off lingo, 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
***** ass ***** 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 *****, 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 aint 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 f**ked 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 *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z 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, ***** this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any *****, say my name muthaf**k I'm gunnin'
You 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 f**king with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off *****z 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
*****es only feel your shit just a lil bit
*****z only feel your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killa 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 Reebock 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 ??
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'll stab you an foursome then f**k 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
***** 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 thats 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 hurse 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'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****?
Got his crew starving 'cause he aint the whole cake, *****
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 talkin 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 Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same ***** 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
***** got mad when The Game start buzzing
So f**k making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go
***** 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
*****z 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 ***** 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 granades
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 call ??
'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 news, 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 liffin'
And 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 kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force
I said f**k 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 muthaf**ka 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 ??? 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 f**king 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
Muthaf**ka 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 *****, 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
F**k 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 f**k Reebocks
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 f**k the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever muthaf**ka, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever muthaf**ka, 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, irreplacable
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 hoodrat ***** can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone

The Game - Bang - lyrics

(feat. Daz, Kurupt)
[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]
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 *****, I'm Mr. Westside
[daz]
This West West Or Nothin' - Get Your Pistols, Get Your Flag
Gangstas We Love To Sag, We ***** 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 *****es Needs
And ***** 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 ***** 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
[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
[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 *****
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
***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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
[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 - Basic ***** - lyrics

Verse 1 (Dissing 50 Cent & G-Unit)
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Let me tell you a story about this ***** I know
Grew up on the south side sucking dicks for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video
The ***** went hollywood, one trip to the west coast
She got f**ked by this white *****, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat I didnt give a f**k where the ***** was at
My pretty young ***** keep my nuts drained
But all the time she was plotting on my Aftermath chain
***** couldnt stay in here lane
Started running with this hoe from the south
Gold grill in her mouth, she put her on the track
Gave her, her first thong, introduced her to her two girlfreinds from back home
F**ked the industry, tryna take the fast route,
Ran into a gangster and he turned they ass out.
Chorus
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You gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****,
and I'ma always love my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****,
I can always f**k my *****, my *****, my *****,
and she gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****.
Verse 2 (Dissing Jay-Z)
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From the projects hustled all day
Niggas called her Sophie from around the way
Used to play hard to get, so they thought she was gay
Booshie ***** who ever thought she was raised in B.K.
Moved out the hood, changed her name to Jay
Told everybody she'll be working with a mill one day
I was introduced to her back in '96
She had a wavey haircut and some big ass lips
At first she was hard to hit, come to find out the last 10 years she been sucking Big dick
Got a family now, a house made of bricks
Four grown ass kids and aint none of them shit
She still my ***** so I stayed around
But she always tryna Dash when other Dame's around
She tryna play The Game, but I got the ***** number
She said she won't, but she'll be back next summer.
Chorus
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You gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****,
and I'ma always love my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****,
I can always f**k my *****, my *****, my *****,
and she gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****.
Verse 3 (Dissing Suge Knight)
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Last but not least my gangsta *****
From Compton always in and out of jail and shit
***** tried to burn Snoop, stole Chronic from Doc
Blew the whole west coast, even tried to f**k Pac
Type of ***** to stand on Beverley Hills
Word on the street's she got a few real niggas killed
I look up now she on my dick, telling me how she always gonna be my *****
Pop up at award shows always following me
***** doing dumb shit, got a college degree
No pre-nupt, one nigga got stick with her
I was smart knew always not to f**k with her
What goes around comes around, scandolous shit - somebody tried to kill that *****
Burnt the bridges and aint had one freind left
Niggas that know her called her the devil in that red dress
Chorus
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You gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****,
and I'ma always love my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****,
I can always f**k my *****, my *****, my *****,
and she gon' always be my *****, my *****, my *****, my *****.
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