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[Verse 1: The Game]


No detox I`m comfortable dog


Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog


And it feel like I done it before


Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust


Don`t let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs


Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost


You ain`t gotta wait for the album I don`t fuck with The Source


But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche


I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche


Tell `em to roll red carpet when he come in New York


Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York


Till I lace my and1 show `em how to run in New York


They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court


Cuz Joe Buddens told `em I carry a gun in New York


And homey that`s strictly fact he got ripped on wax


So he snitched just to get me back


No matter what you say dog your shit be whack


You better watch what you say it might get you clapped


Here`s a little advice homey switch your raps


Cuz that shit on your last album ain`t get you plat`s


What nigga you need a gun? I`ll get you that


P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back


??? Industry niggaz I`ll admit to that


But I don`t even want your chain I`ll let the Crips do that


12 bars for that bitch he won`t live through that


Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that


Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that


He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that


I`m Ready To Die B.I.G knew that


He ain`t eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that


You cocksucker let your ears do that


Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap


2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back


Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack


Where`s that somewhere where the crackers at


Real far from where the roaches and rats is at


Come to Compton I`ll show you where the racquet`s at


Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack


Give the advance money back I am not have to rap


Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back


That`s nine five a bird take half of that


Import it, export it in cracker jacks


When you get to the projects ask for Black


You know what you started with give him half of that


He gon give you 50 g`s in a plastic sack


And I`mma gives you 3500 cash for that


Gotta keep your mouth closed or I`mma blast the Mack


They won`t believe you the whole world know that bastard rap


Once you outta the throne you can`t have it back


Retirement home and ain`t nothing after that


Except you layin in a casket black


Suit on you can`t go to heaven with timberland boots on


No subliminals I ain`t talkin to you Shawn


I`m talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on


Who the fuck put you on


Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons


I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on


Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on


And it don`t matter is it`s Sway or KaySlay


Angie Martinez I`ll take `em back to k-day


They act like they forgot about Dre-day


I don`t rap for Free that`s why they fired AJ


It`s me leaking through your stereo


Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial


I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow


Razor tongue and I`m far from Haitian son


All black like the range rover wheels


niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won`t kill


Let me show you the stars take you back to the car


Rewind time march 3, 1994


I was only in my teen`s deuce-deuce in my Levi`s


When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs


Runnin with my brother phase he was seventeen


Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block


Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre


Ran up on the `64 and that`s all she wrote


We runnin through the alley like Bishop chasin ? Ass


First murder and I did that without a mask


Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag


Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag


Gangbangin forever he still got his swag


Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass


Everybody in New York know that you a fag


Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad


Speakin death on my red bandana


Naw he couldn`t have said that so I raised my antennas


Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana


That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta


So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta


Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom


Security hopped out no Joe in here


Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here


So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry `lo-lo


Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo


We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my solo


I`m the man Stat Quo know


I ain`t gotta explain even Bo know


Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold


Get hit in the face with the back of the .44


And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose


My bitch harder than you yeah Vita loco


I haven`t sold one record got rap in a chokehold


I`m Dre certified like the leader of the band


Run up you sure to die I`ll leave you where you stand


Smurf-ette runnin around New York like he the man


But he peed in his pants


When he saw us at Summer Jam


Lucky I wasn`t there I had to bury my man


Or I would`ve terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam


What you mean terrorize New York?


I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz like I`m Too Short


Somebody tell Domination I`ll leave `em in parts


leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central Park


He can`t walk through New York no more like john Storch


Gotta call cuz i`mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce


Ask niggaz from your hood I`m thorough like 5 boroughs


Sit on any stoop ? In the thermo


Wait till Alpo come home


Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless


Cuz he know Jay-Z departed


And these other rap labels know don`t feed they artists


Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages


Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter


Showin off your little chain like these is flawless


Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin


I got R&B bitches givin me mйnage`s


Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin


Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika`s office


Buy Ruthless and get Lil` E involved in


Promote without that magazine in Boston


Take a couple mil make Beans a offer


Give him money we don`t see that often


But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy


I ain`t say you won`t see Bleek in Marcy


I said my said he won`t see Bleek in Marcy


I`m from Compton where niggaz used to bleed for barklies


Drive lo-lo`s and we ain`t need keys to start `em


Just a little information for your summer vacation


Bring your chain cuz every nigga in L.A. waitin


Mad cuz Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers


And they`ll kill you cuz Joe can`t find Gary Payton


Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain`t makin it


Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us


Ray Roy Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in


niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain`t sayin shit


Quiet as a church on Tuesdays


Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts only two ways


Nigga I`m a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis


Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic


With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it


I`m blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses


I`m a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum


16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag `em


Murder any MC throw `em in that white wagon


Let him die and come back look at `em he white flaggin


Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack `em


I`m tellin the world he reach for my chain I might clap `em


Cuz niggaz shot me in 2001


Took one in the heart cuz I was too proud to run


The clip was empty when the police found my gun


So I don`t bring that gangbangin shit around my son


Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel


And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville


And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit


And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit


Backstage at a D-12 concert


A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop`s converse


Niggaz show me love when they see me in the streets


But they frown when I don`t wanna hear none of they beats


Nigga this shit crazy


Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to warn Slim Shady


I forgive him I got problems of my own


How you think the streets gon` act know that Suge home


These niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on `em


If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him


When the beef is on my piece is on


Them white sheets is on `em Doc breathin on `em


And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks


Cuz I`m in and out my socks every time I see cops


Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1


Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot


Niggaz snitchin to the street cops


Get your nephews and your niece shot


With my heat cocked in the beach stop


Nigga witta attitude like a heard Dr. Dre doin Detox


Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain`t shit


Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won`t fit


Niggaz might think I`m ridin dick


Cuz I let the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit`s


Tryin to talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig `em up


So they could stand side by side again and live it up


This might be the last time you hear me biggin `em up


With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck


My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck


It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up


What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck


And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up


I wouldn`t be outside 40/40 bumpin `Jigga What`


Wouldn`t be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck


They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck


I ain`t tryin to be L.A.`s king he carry a pimp cup





[The Game talking]


Snoop Dogg got the crown nigga


What the fuck y`all mad at me for


I ain`t sold one fuckin record


I`m just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga


I ain`t no threat


I can`t rap I`m from Compton remember


You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind


Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex


I`ll murder anyone of you motherfuckin


G-G-G-G-Unit


Ah!

[Verse 1: The Game]


No detox I`m comfortable dog


Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog


And it feel like I done it before


Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust


Don`t let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs


Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost


You ain`t gotta wait for the album I don`t fuck with The Source


But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche


I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche


Tell `em to roll red carpet when he come in New York


Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York


Till I lace my and1 show `em how to run in New York


They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court


Cuz Joe Buddens told `em I carry a gun in New York


And homey that`s strictly fact he got ripped on wax


So he snitched just to get me back


No matter what you say dog your shit be whack


You better watch what you say it might get you clapped


Here`s a little advice homey switch your raps


Cuz that shit on your last album ain`t get you plat`s


What nigga you need a gun? I`ll get you that


P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back


??? Industry niggaz I`ll admit to that


But I don`t even want your chain I`ll let the Crips do that


12 bars for that bitch he won`t live through that


Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that


Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that


He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that


I`m Ready To Die B.I.G knew that


He ain`t eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that


You cocksucker let your ears do that


Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap


2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back


Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack


Where`s that somewhere where the crackers at


Real far from where the roaches and rats is at


Come to Compton I`ll show you where the racquet`s at


Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack


Give the advance money back I am not have to rap


Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back


That`s nine five a bird take half of that


Import it, export it in cracker jacks


When you get to the projects ask for Black


You know what you started with give him half of that


He gon give you 50 g`s in a plastic sack


And I`mma gives you 3500 cash for that


Gotta keep your mouth closed or I`mma blast the Mack


They won`t believe you the whole world know that bastard rap


Once you outta the throne you can`t have it back


Retirement home and ain`t nothing after that


Except you layin in a casket black


Suit on you can`t go to heaven with timberland boots on


No subliminals I ain`t talkin to you Shawn


I`m talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on


Who the fuck put you on


Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons


I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on


Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on


And it don`t matter is it`s Sway or KaySlay


Angie Martinez I`ll take `em back to k-day


They act like they forgot about Dre-day


I don`t rap for Free that`s why they fired AJ


It`s me leaking through your stereo


Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial


I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow


Razor tongue and I`m far from Haitian son


All black like the range rover wheels


niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won`t kill


Let me show you the stars take you back to the car


Rewind time march 3, 1994


I was only in my teen`s deuce-deuce in my Levi`s


When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs


Runnin with my brother phase he was seventeen


Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block


Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre


Ran up on the `64 and that`s all she wrote


We runnin through the alley like Bishop chasin ? Ass


First murder and I did that without a mask


Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag


Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag


Gangbangin forever he still got his swag


Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass


Everybody in New York know that you a fag


Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad


Speakin death on my red bandana


Naw he couldn`t have said that so I raised my antennas


Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana


That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta


So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta


Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom


Security hopped out no Joe in here


Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here


So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry `lo-lo


Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo


We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my solo


I`m the man Stat Quo know


I ain`t gotta explain even Bo know


Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold


Get hit in the face with the back of the .44


And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose


My bitch harder than you yeah Vita loco


I haven`t sold one record got rap in a chokehold


I`m Dre certified like the leader of the band


Run up you sure to die I`ll leave you where you stand


Smurf-ette runnin around New York like he the man


But he peed in his pants


When he saw us at Summer Jam


Lucky I wasn`t there I had to bury my man


Or I would`ve terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam


What you mean terrorize New York?


I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz like I`m Too Short


Somebody tell Domination I`ll leave `em in parts


leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central Park


He can`t walk through New York no more like john Storch


Gotta call cuz i`mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce


Ask niggaz from your hood I`m thorough like 5 boroughs


Sit on any stoop ? In the thermo


Wait till Alpo come home


Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless


Cuz he know Jay-Z departed


And these other rap labels know don`t feed they artists


Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages


Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter


Showin off your little chain like these is flawless


Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin


I got R&B bitches givin me mйnage`s


Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin


Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika`s office


Buy Ruthless and get Lil` E involved in


Promote without that magazine in Boston


Take a couple mil make Beans a offer


Give him money we don`t see that often


But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy


I ain`t say you won`t see Bleek in Marcy


I said my said he won`t see Bleek in Marcy


I`m from Compton where niggaz used to bleed for barklies


Drive lo-lo`s and we ain`t need keys to start `em


Just a little information for your summer vacation


Bring your chain cuz every nigga in L.A. waitin


Mad cuz Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers


And they`ll kill you cuz Joe can`t find Gary Payton


Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain`t makin it


Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us


Ray Roy Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in


niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain`t sayin shit


Quiet as a church on Tuesdays


Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts only two ways


Nigga I`m a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis


Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic


With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it


I`m blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses


I`m a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum


16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag `em


Murder any MC throw `em in that white wagon


Let him die and come back look at `em he white flaggin


Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack `em


I`m tellin the world he reach for my chain I might clap `em


Cuz niggaz shot me in 2001


Took one in the heart cuz I was too proud to run


The clip was empty when the police found my gun


So I don`t bring that gangbangin shit around my son


Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel


And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville


And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit


And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit


Backstage at a D-12 concert


A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop`s converse


Niggaz show me love when they see me in the streets


But they frown when I don`t wanna hear none of they beats


Nigga this shit crazy


Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to warn Slim Shady


I forgive him I got problems of my own


How you think the streets gon` act know that Suge home


These niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on `em


If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him


When the beef is on my piece is on


Them white sheets is on `em Doc breathin on `em


And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks


Cuz I`m in and out my socks every time I see cops


Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1


Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot


Niggaz snitchin to the street cops


Get your nephews and your niece shot


With my heat cocked in the beach stop


Nigga witta attitude like a heard Dr. Dre doin Detox


Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain`t shit


Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won`t fit


Niggaz might think I`m ridin dick


Cuz I let the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit`s


Tryin to talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig `em up


So they could stand side by side again and live it up


This might be the last time you hear me biggin `em up


With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck


My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck


It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up


What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck


And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up


I wouldn`t be outside 40/40 bumpin `Jigga What`


Wouldn`t be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck


They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck


I ain`t tryin to be L.A.`s king he carry a pimp cup





[The Game talking]


Snoop Dogg got the crown nigga


What the fuck y`all mad at me for


I ain`t sold one fuckin record


I`m just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga


I ain`t no threat


I can`t rap I`m from Compton remember


You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind


Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex


I`ll murder anyone of you motherfuckin


G-G-G-G-Unit


Ah!

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