The Game Lyrics
The Game Lyrics
"120 Bars (Stop Snitching, Stop Lyin) Lyrics"
Duck Season Lyrics
[Raekwon the Chef] Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got m
[Raekwon the Chef] Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got m
Baby this is real shit
my record sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)
[The Game]
Hit a breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a block
Hurricanes i
'Ya Still A Paper Gangster Lyrics
Bullshit! Who the fuck do you think you are you’ve taken it a bit too far Believing that you’re king shit in your fake fantasy A clown dressed to impress. Soft core, Mickey Mouse and nothing less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you’re a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a punk ass motherfucker Could it be you're really not from the street? Could it be you saw it on TV? The way you act, where I come from you’d never last Could it be you’re lying through your teeth? Liar! Once long, long time ago, I was naive to all I know People tried to push on to me their weak mentality I woke up and I know I am real and not for show Unlike you, who knows inside your soft because you’re just another bullshit fake, paper gangst
n stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks Bullshit! Who the fuck do you think you are you’ve taken it a bit too far Believing that you’re king shit in your fake fantasy A clown dressed to impress. Soft core, Mickey Mouse and nothing less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you’re a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a punk ass motherfucker Could it be you're really not from the street? Could it be you saw it on TV? The way you act, where I come from you’d never last Could it be you’re lying through your teeth? Liar! Once long, long time ago, I was naive to all I know People tried to push on to me their weak mentality I woke up and I know I am real and not for show Unlike you, who knows inside your soft because you’re just another bullshit fake, paper gangst
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete Rock
And lets not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Lyrics
Have yourself a merry little christmas Let your heart be light From now on all troubles will be out of site Out of site Have yourself a merry little christmas Make the yuletide gay From now on all troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden of yours Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little christmas now Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little christmas now
cover of the GQ Have yourself a merry little christmas Let your heart be light From now on all troubles will be out of site Out of site Have yourself a merry little christmas Make the yuletide gay From now on all troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden of yours Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little christmas now Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little christmas now
Button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck these rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider L
Apprends-Moi Lyrics
(Erick Benzi) Apprends-moi Les petites choses Des couleurs que tu portes, au noir de ton caf? Apprends-moi Ce qui te repose Tes envies et tes fautes avou?es Apprends-moi Avec ton sourire Tes manies, tes causes Tes phobies, tes secrets Apprends-moi Ce que tu d?sires En douces phrases et baisers sucr?s Et dans mes r?ves J'ai si souvent pri?, O? tu voudras, o? tu pourras, o? tu iras, j'irai Lis sur mes l?vres Approche un peu plus pr?s, Que tu m'apprennes toi, sans jamais oublier Apprends-moi Rien que ce qui compte Ces rires fous qu'on ose Puisque le monde est sourd Apprends-moi Apprends-moi Que rien d'autre ne compte Que ces serments fid?les D'un jour Apprends-moi Le temps des d?lices Ces puits d'ivresse neuve Ces acte
oc against me, cause your scared to come get me (Erick Benzi) Apprends-moi Les petites choses Des couleurs que tu portes, au noir de ton caf? Apprends-moi Ce qui te repose Tes envies et tes fautes avou?es Apprends-moi Avec ton sourire Tes manies, tes causes Tes phobies, tes secrets Apprends-moi Ce que tu d?sires En douces phrases et baisers sucr?s Et dans mes r?ves J'ai si souvent pri?, O? tu voudras, o? tu pourras, o? tu iras, j'irai Lis sur mes l?vres Approche un peu plus pr?s, Que tu m'apprennes toi, sans jamais oublier Apprends-moi Rien que ce qui compte Ces rires fous qu'on ose Puisque le monde est sourd Apprends-moi Apprends-moi Que rien d'autre ne compte Que ces serments fid?les D'un jour Apprends-moi Le temps des d?lices Ces puits d'ivresse neuve Ces acte
Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for em'
Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, motherfucker its a rap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon
Hahahahaha
Faggot ass niggas
I guess I win nigga
Life is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You niggas is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99 nigga
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem faggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha
Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone