20s lyrics - Nightshifts & The Game
Woke up away and looked up to the rafters,
Wonder what were after
No I, can't turn away
Like the wallpaper thats plastered
Walk me through it faster
You, you will be just fine
We can blur our eyes
Til the picture lies
You, you will freeze the frame someday
I'm here for a good time, not a long time
See you outside of the club in that long line
Come in, ya party with us
Come in, get your night started with us
I see you dancing, the way yours hips glow
Throw your hands in the sky
Ya we getting high
Came in the club now we about to ball like a disco
Bottles for everybody, ya it's time to get it
You, you will be just fine
We can blur our eyes
Til the picture lies
You, you will freeze the frame someday
And everything will fall away
You, you will be just fine
We can blur our eyes
Til the picture lies
You, you will freeze the frame someday
And everything will fall away
You, you will be just fine
We can blur our eyes
Til the picture lies
You, you will freeze the frame someday
You, you will be just fine
We can blur our eyes
Til the picture lies
You, you will freeze the frame someday
And everything will fall away
It's time to get it
It's time to get it
It's time to get it
It's time to get it
Not a long time
In that long line
Party with us
Come in
Start it with us
Its time to get it
Its time to get it
Ball like a disco
72 Bar Assassin lyrics - DJ Kayslay x The Game
It's DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
Hip-Hop culture started in New York City, a gift to the hoods
A voice for the voiceless
A way to express ourselves freely without violence
We ain't never took anything personal
We picked up the microphone, turntables, and spray cans and just let our talents do what it do
Ayo Slay
Tell 'em we off the muzzle with it, constantly go guzzlin' it
Twelve lookin' for my piece, Glock got a puzzle in it
Couldn't find the gloves had to use my mama's oven mittens
Flow like a condom, nigga's still not fuckin' with it
King of New York, King of L.A
And I don't give a fuck what Diddy say, my semi spray
Any time, anywhere, any day
101st Precinct on the phone, come and get me, Slay
Back on my bullshit, Zach Lavine in Jordan 4s
Certified Gangsta, me and Jones in that corner store
I tried to warn 'em, boy
Rock a [?] like I'm from Philly, under chinchillas when it's chilly
I pop guns like Meek Mill pop wheelies
He surprised? Look at his eyes, you'd think I dropped Gillie
I drop millies on double Rs and Bentaygas
This what mama not bein' able to pay the rent made us
Me and my niggas ball like we top 10 players
By the time the feds start lookin' for us, we in Vegas
And your bitch with me, we off the Henn', faded
She gon' think her pussy got kissed by 10 Jadas
I'm the nigga that you hate and don't know why
I'm the nigga ops shoot at but he just won't die
Still got 25 million I can run and grab
Ubers got dashcams, we shoot 'em and we jump in cabs
Straight to Noble, eat sushi, have fun and laugh
If the waiter see me then she know to keep a runnin' tab
Long as the summer last, I gotta keep a gun to grab
'Cause after Covid, all the razorblades is under masks
My niggas air out the club then we Damon Dash
In the same PT Cruiser that nigga Stunna had
Puffin' on a blunt of gas just to talk about a Verzuz with 50, tell Swizzy, "I need a hundred, cash"
Winter comin' fast, niggas gotta eat though
When money on the line, I'm like a Steph Curry free throw
Goin' the fuck in, Dior shirt tucked in
Can't see me now, couldn't see me with Young Buck and them
Shoutout to Lloyd Banks, album go hard, nigga
Tell Curtis to give you one of them bulletproof cars
You supposed to do your squad like Yo Gotti do 'em
Therefore it's still the Unit long as I can still move 'em
And I been runnin' my city since Eazy died
Got niggas from Cedar Block that'll kill you for Yeezy Slides
Got niggas from the 60s still mad over Nipsey
That'll give you 60 while you stagger out the club tipsy
Niggas from the jungles that don't miss sit outside your crib for a week without sleep and won't piss
Eses'll snatch your kids out they room
Fly 'em to Tijuana, show 'em to you on Zoom
I climb out the tomb whenever Kay Slay summons
And if I'm on a tape, it's doin' O.J. numbers
My demo tape flow, yeah, that old Bay gunner who wrote the Timbaland beats inside Dr. Dre Hummer
Tell 'em the blaze comin', it's a hot boy summer
Might fuck Kim K on a Waverunner in Wave Runners
Throw it on the blogs, ain't shit they can take from us
We both had the west on lock for 8 summers
I'm tryna bubble like the Gap this season
All the cap niggas sneezin' got me strapped this evenin'
J. Cole got a nigga wantin' to rap this season
Lil Durk got niggas wantin' to trap this season
So my Cincinnati hat is to the back this evenin'
Black MAC I'm squeezin' at your back this evenin'
Blap-blap said he traps for the rat that's squeakin'
How they kill D-Thang but 6ix9ine still breathin'?
This new rap shit ain't for me
And if I die, no murals, don't paint for me
But the last time an op nigga came for me ended up in a body bag, it's the aim for me
'Cause I'm the nigga that you love to hate, King of the Golden State
Roc Nation brunch, make mine like Hova plate
Draco in the Marathon hoodie if I show my face
60 plus bars, get it? Hustle and motivate
Nip
A.I. With The Braids lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Wayne)
Zombie on the track
[The Game:]
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
I'm A.I. with the braids (Fuck bitches)
I'm A.I. with the braids (Get money)
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Get money
[The Game:]
Call me a saint, call me a sinner, the 405 eatin' Lamborghini for dinner
Like any member of Junior M.A.F.I.A., Versace shades, I could see the opp in ya
Hatin' is a disease, Usher Raymond
Stop it, the Tommy got more "Power" than Kanan
They wanna know what I whispered in 50's ear
G-Unit, motherfucker, the real ghost is here
(Fuck bitches) Like A.I. did
Fucked a few Kardashians if I say I did
Ben Simmons, dribble rock all day I did
Can't a motherfucker tell me 'bout the way I live
Fuck bitches
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
I'm A.I. with the braids (Fuck bitches)
I'm A.I. with the braids (Get money)
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
My favorite number 3, my bitches come in threes
Two of 'em from the 623s (Fuck bitches)
Did them Air Jordans dirty
Bought the Rolls-Royce truck to match the Georgetown jersey
Triple double, yeah, my team all ate
Don't braid a nigga hair unless you get the part straight (Get money)
See any stripper I like and I'ma throw that shit
Blackout in the club on some Kodak shit
All red Reebok answers, Bodak, bitch
Thug Life, you better know that shit
Don C Mitchell in that Sixers shorts, yeah, throwback shit
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
I'm A.I. with the braids (Fuck bitches)
I'm A.I. with the braids (Get money)
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm Lil' Wayne with the braids
I'm B.I. with the braids
Deepside, let us praise
Young Lebron with the braids
I'm Kawhi with the braids
I'm K.D. with the Dray's
I'm M.J. with the J's
A.I. with the braids, with the designs like a maze
I Facetime with my babes, but it's me-time for my fave
I crossover then I move on
Hit her with the hesi- move on
Like A.I. with his shoes on
With his headband and his jewels on
A.I. with his jersey untucked
A.I. with his jersey too long
A.I. out in Georgetown, Young Buck
A.I. with the afro uncut
A.I. with the jersey all white with the big shorts over the black tights
Turn a gameday into a game night
Turn a team fight to a gang fight
A.I. with the gun door
Point guard with the gun door
Lil nigga with a A.K. look like A.I. with Mutombo
Trap door, let my blood boil
I'm his young bro from the N.O
Like A.I. on some gumbo, gangsta on court and in court
[The Game:]
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
I'm A.I. with the braids (Fuck bitches)
I'm A.I. with the braids (Get money)
I'm A.I. with the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
BLACK MAYBACH lyrics - Seyed & The Game
The Game and Seyed
All black Maybach, you want war? Say that!
Stashin' the door so you know where the Drac' at
Under the tint, Dior bucket low, Cuban links studded
VVS's on every row
Came from the bottom, started with the gang
Had to drop some niggas off for kickin' dirt on my name
Never trust a soul, definitely not a bitch
Do your bu'iness by yourself 'cause your nigga probably snitch
Opps in the rearview, the Glock go click
It's either me in a box or your ass in a ditch
Either way, I'ma see another day
And everything I drive got a K
Keep them niggas up off me, nigga
Besser, sie geh'n auf Distanz
Teil' die Beute nicht mit Hyänen und Schlang'n
Tell 'em, stay the fuck off me, nigga
Verlasse mich nur auf mich allein
Traurige Wahrheit, trau lieber gar kei'm
Keep the opps up off me, nigga
Oder sie bereu'n es zutiefst
Und werden lern'n, dass man mit Feuer nicht spielt
You hear them shots? Fuck off me, nigga (Brr)
Hörst du die Bleisalven? (Yeah)
Sie soll'n mir die Gestalten vom Leib halten
Roll' im schwarzen Maybach vorbei an deine Fahrgemeinschaft
Meine MP5 kommt wie das SEK zum Einsatz
Hab' all das, was den Neidern in den Kram nicht reinpasst
Meine Patek sagt, für sie wird momentan die Zeit knapp
Eiserner Wille, gönne mir keinen Schlaf und bleib' wach
Zwei Mille an einem Tag verdreifacht
Shawty erhofft sich mehr, hab' für Drama kein'n Platz
Bohrt dir Loch ins Herz, sonst bekommt sie 'ne Ladung Blei ab
Die Straße weiß, dass man Prinzipien nicht verrät
Man sein Team nicht hintergeht, doch du kannst auf niemanden hier zähl'n
Sie woll'n dich am Boden seh'n und jeden Hoffnungsschimmer
Aber alles, was ich dropp', ist killer
Keep them niggas up off me, nigga
Besser, sie geh'n auf Distanz
Teil' die Beute nicht mit Hyänen und Schlang'n
Tell 'em, stay the fuck off me, nigga
Verlasse mich nur auf mich allein
Traurige Wahrheit, trau lieber gar kei'm
Keep the opps up off me, nigga
Oder sie bereu'n es zutiefst
Und werden lern'n, dass man mit Feuer nicht spielt
You hear them shots? Fuck off me, nigga (Brr)
Hörst du die Bleisalven?
Sie soll'n mir die Gestalten vom Leib halten
BODIES lyrics - Damn Dad & The Game
Give me the draco I'll murder it out
Them hollow tip slugs we serving up
The Maybach is creeping let them out
Gang is moving spread them out
We see the opps light them up
Niggas in scopes lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the punk niggas was saying about
Light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Light light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Lay em lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the fuck niggas was saying about
Bitch I'm back from the fucking grave
Busting shots at the opps
Fuck your top watch the glock go pop
Then ya drop bodies rot bodies drop
Ski mask bitch no I won't get caught
Got a lot of gwap bitch I got a lot of gwap
Aye
Fuck that shit
Run up on your fucking click
Empty clips
Then I skeet skrt bitch I fucking dipped
Give me the draco I'll murder it out
Them hollow tip slugs we serving up
The Maybach is creeping let them out
Gang is moving spread them out
We see the opps light them up
Niggas in scopes lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the punk niggas was saying about
Light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Light light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Lay em lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the fuck niggas was saying about
Where you from? Compton, West Side
Where you from? The Bay (Yee)
Modesto
Where you from? Compton, West Side
Damn Dad
Light em up
Light em up
Light em up
Light em up
Light em up
Where you from? Compton, West Side
Modesto
Give me the draco I'll murder it out
Them hollow tip slugs we serving up
The Maybach is creeping let them out
Gang is moving spread them out
We see the opps light them up
Niggas in scopes lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the punk niggas was saying about
Light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Light light em up (Light em up)
Light em up (Light em up)
Lay em lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay em out (Lay em out)
Lay lay em out
Fuck all them niggas and what the fuck niggas was saying about
Cali Niggaz lyrics - The Game (feat. Ya Boy, K-Dot, Jay Rock, Dubb, Topic & Eastwood)
From California
Born in Seminole Hospital nigga
November 29, 1979
On some G shit
My moms ain't scream or nothing
And I ain't never cried nigga
Motherfucker I'm from Compton, the hub city
I brought some thugs with me
That'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly
Drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky
Love 2Pac to death and still bump Biggie
Welcome to the west side
Where them Tec's fly
Dope boys drive them S5's
Come smoke and get the best high
Who the fuck said the west died
You dead, this the left side
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my (Cali Niggas)
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my (Cali Niggas)
Leave them with poker faces
Red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon
Riding down Wilshire
07 Charger, K&M Filter
High speed burning it up for my (Cali Niggas)
My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams
I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling
The more gang banging, the more killing
The more drug dealing
The more cap peeling
We all (Cali Niggas)
Ay, From Frisco
Never rode a 6-4
They might ghost ride, ghost ride
But Ya Boy is low pro
Stay on the low though
Black Tims, Lacross polo
Black peekhole
Long nose 4-4
Ya never got your hands dirty
I'm outside with the grams early
Puffing life by the gram heard me
High as a bird
Grinding the curb
And if I get caught put me in a cell with my (Cali Niggas)
On the block, busting shots with my Cali Niggas
Fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all (Cali Niggas)
We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas
Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally niggas
Trouble makers
Call them big guns, rumble makers
Let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker
Palm trees
Big sun with the calm breeze
You can call me one of the re, realest (Cali Niggas)
Yes, Southern Cali
Home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's
Far from Vegas, but Sin City
Ab-Soul, put me on it, chronic in the air
Catch the vapors
House parties, hungover through morning, see that's a (Cali Nigga)
You see I'm from the murderous blocks
Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you
See it's as hot as a sauna
And in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing they momma
Life of a (Cali Nigga)
Hip-hop trying to take the life of us (Cali Niggas)
Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas
But we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas
Never the more they say they ain't feeling these (Cali Niggas)
When ya'll was ditching class over these hoes man
I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games
That's one years ago, 350 days
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot (Cali Nigga)
I am a good dude to work with
Destroy your life or destroy these rap verses
Life's a bitch
So I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimbursement
Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface
At first I was parched, but now I'm the thirstiest
Dehydrated
Hungry, frustrated
One of the greatest (Cali Niggas)
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
I'm on the Wall Street like a stock broker
Then I'm back to the hood where they pop toasters
Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers
Selling crack in the hood with my (Cali Niggas)
Look, I'm shitting on everything moving
This on my chain ain't a label it's a movement
Fuck with caps, it's a nail in the coffin
Look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts
Look, a hater shit get drastic
You my son, they kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet going nuts
Bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up
You want beef? What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for these (Cali Niggas)
When I spit, the realest will feel something
That's why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling
When you shit on the drop my shit pumping
A spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in
Me and Hurricane riding in an S5
Snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive
Tie the nigga up, show him how the west ride
South Central LA, I'm a (Cali Nigga)
Where the best was born
Make sure your vest is worn
Cause nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn
Nigga's will split ya deck, then pull your card
Just try to act hard on the boulevard
You know it's me in the coupe when I'm speeding through
The fiend's say I whip colt like a vehicle
It's three birds, a bitch, brick, and four fifth
With them three, I take over the whole strip
No shit
The skinny nigga is no bitch
Know this, I'm so loyal to my (Cali Niggas)
Crusing through my hood to see what's good
My block considered Death Row but we ain't never signed to Suge
California, I got my heart in it
Disrespect, get ya shot, like I'm bartending
Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops
He the seed of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts
Hubbing a dub
Slugging a snub
Busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us
This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
Gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape
Riding through the city streets
Cannon right under my seat
Chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate
Keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate
South Central LA
Nigga it's the place to be
In my house, counting big money is the place for me
Blow good dro, and ride G rides
Gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits
Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool
Fuck the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's
From the block to the booth I'm the realest
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my (Cali Niggas)
Who the fuck want to snatch you from me?
And I don't chase bitches nigga I chase after money
Cannibal hungry
Trying to eat till my belly bust
I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' life nigga
I put it down like I'm dropping the habit
Smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit
Got to have it like a crack fiend
Counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green
Interested in major money and power moves
Interfere and get em wet up like a shower do
That's how we do
Street sweep you when we ride up on ya
I represent that West Covina, California
Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll
Give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good to go
Slow flow
Game cold like a eskimo
T.K.O. dawg
I think they better let it go
Lyrical arsenal
I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I can't Game, my game to tight
I'm out of sight like Haley's Comet
Throw up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit
Bow down to the realest, nigga pay your homage
In the city of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West
And I'ma stay clutching, busting the trigger
Talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us (Cali Niggas)
Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls
Big body, the same color as Lysol
Hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off
And pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off
Block out!, Block out!
Busting, watch the bike fall
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all
We on some other ish
My goons will smother shit
From my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips
I thug like everyday's my last, ask Jesus
He never missed the beat of my heart, and won't neither
A true leader
In the Ferrari two-seater
Slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up
I'm knocking doors down
When I come around
Better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down
I represent the city, the home of the Lakers
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga
Drake Flows lyrics - The Game
Who with it
The gun spitter, young home run hitter
Moët sipper, hit you with the flow like Biggie
King of this rap shit out the park like Griffy
I make my guns out at the park, come get me
The Desert Eagles make a nigga move like Missy
I'm always in the Bentley how the fuck could you miss me
I'm always on the charts I know why you niggas diss me
'Cause Black Wall Street getting deeper than the '60s
Them boys in the hood lay you down like Ricky
So run, catch them hollow tips like a frisbee
I pitch cocaine like Frank Lucas
Niggas talk that American Gangster shit but can't do it
I put these whack rap-niggas in a scope and bloaw
'Cause I promise the homie Kim I will hold his brother down
I'm more focussed now, I'm like the golden child
Put both of your hands out and let you hold my style
Motherfuckers
DTF lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, YG)
Bongo by the way
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talking 'bout no tat tho (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap song, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talking 'bout early in the morning
Waking at the party just little bit more (ooh yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF I'm down to fuck
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no wouldn't ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin' out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em
YG tell 'em what's brackin', bool
Hey, I'm just a nigga that wear black nigga
Where that [?] baby I got stamp, uh
Beat it up with the [?]
Spaced out like Nasa, bite your neck like I'm dragon, ooh
You niggas better understand me, I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that, oh she call you Jayceon, I gotta fucking like that, woah
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF I'm down to fuck
If YG got a problem, I do
21 guns salute, parole
Hold a check tell her YG got the juice
If YG got a problem, YG gon' do the do
Gucci suit, flamed up, for the Grammy's
LA a no fly zone, take it to Miami
Take it to New York, take it to the Chi
Met a bitch in South Africa and fucked her in Dubai, bye
Parachute, fuck in the sky
Put that on my momma I'ma try 'fore I die
[?] to boo'd up, that's the vibe
Fucking on your bitch, we don't know that's a crime, bars
Yeah Game beat it up
Throw it in the shower than Game eat it up
Soap and the towel, yeah Game clean it up
Rap game full of pussies, nigga Game get enough
But your bitch she tryna put my name on it
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talking 'bout no tat tho (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap song, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talking 'bout early in the morning
Waking at the party just little bit more (ooh yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah yeah)
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF I'm down to fuck
Heaven 4 A Gangster lyrics - The Game
Can't forget about my OG Heron
My nigga' Montreal
My nigga' 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi
It's like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin' green leaf (uhh)
Draco' in the front seat
And just to think, I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can't ride with me, 'less I'm Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain't got no stars on it, fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off tryin' Donald Trump me
I'm the OG to the YG's
You ain't seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin'
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, we learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense
A little soldier ain't from Bompton
I put that on the homies
God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. Fuck Donald Trump, homie.
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide
You don't father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my bitch is bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS lyrics - REASON & The Game
Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin'
Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look
The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'Vette, slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah, my niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga [?]
You know the tin house across the street from Davis?
Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusin' niggas
Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas
Memoirs of a Compton nigga, thought I was a samurai
Choppin' up them bricks, goin' through Bompton with 'em
Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em
I know what's on your mind and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em
Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad bitch from I-G, have her put ketamine in your I-V
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse
And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin' your hearse
Come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt
Niggas get split with the TEC disrespectin' the church
Your whole hood cryin', guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt
Your momma want that R-I-P merch, guess who pressin' the shirts
Keep playin', nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
Okay
L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #147 lyrics - The Game
[The Game:]
Hey, yeah
Hey, it's a Hit-Boy beat, man, look
Check it out
Balenciaga shades, you know
Y'all niggas got me fucked up
Niggas must think I'm Lloyd Banks or Young Buck
Don't press your dumb luck, I got my gun tucked
'Cause I don't like how niggas did Nip'
I guess, it's time to show these niggas what it is, yeah
Lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in flesh
How I'm not top 5? Niggas appear to be deaf
So I'm throw up gang signs, you understand me now?
Keep sleeping, I'll put you where you can't be found
Where you can rest eternally and you can't hear sound
And your oldest son the head of your family now
Fuck 'em, 'cause we heading to Miami now
And it's a Hit-Boy beat, fuck a hand-me-down
No more freestyling over other nigga shit
I'm on some bigger shit
Hit make the beat, then I get on some Jigga shit
'Cause when I hit a rock, I'm getting involved
If I gotta get a rock chain from the middle of the mall
Nigga put a diamond tester to it, he gettin' hurt
If a bitch ass, I told him, Soulja boy did it first
Yeah, I'm back in business
And this time I'm not leavin' 'till the crack diminished
'Till the fentanyl dry and the veins don't stick out
And the nigga Questlove take the afro pick out
Back to my roots, freestyling to these black thoughts
Black Balenciaga, Adidas dashin' up the track call
Or I'm out in Paris snatching bitches off the catwalk
And when I kill a pussy, I don't even let the cat talk
Underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt
I stepped to all the dope niggas, they never seen crackwalk
Ain't no competition so Kendrick went to Africa
Ain't no competition, Cole went and got his baskets up
But I'm here masking up, with the masking tape
Fiends knockin' on the door, we closed, don't ask for yay
You see the Aftermath chain? Then don't ask for Dre
I'm a legend now, fuck when I pass away
Can't put the effin' down, up, then I blast away
Break his legs, stuff his shoulders in, no casket space
Now, I'm lying, it's just my rap alter ego
The DA listenin', tryin' to hit a Thug with the RICO
Know I be with gunners, know I keep the heat close
You can't relate 'cause you ain't seen what I've seen in that peephole
So, dig a sinkhole, though every nigga that rappin'
'Cause ever since they killed Pop Smoke, there'd been a gap in it
Throw all that cap in it, lying about the trap in it
Throw all these pussy niggas beefin' on this, absent
And I'm abstinent givin' no fucks, nigga
It's all love, like I'm sittin' here with Puff nigga
You can hate me now
But I won't stop now
I am the nigga they never mention at their hip-hop conventions
Know why? 'Cause I remind them of the trenches
So I must be Candyman of the era
Niggas won't say my name in the song or the mirror
It's not reflect on my past and my mishaps
My right hand still where my dick at
Middle finger up, flick that
'Till my new bitch sniffed that
That's your best friend I broke off like a KitKat
With a brick set, nah, we ain't sellin' those
And I still fuck with Ye, but we sellin' clothes
You, niggas, sellin' dreams, I wake you up to a nightmare
Like me, Freddy, Jason and Michael Myers right there
There's new niggas runnin' 'round like this is su casa
Call yourself Simba? You learn from Mufasa
And I understand you think you nice and you tryin' things
But if you say you better than me, then you the lying King
Ask about me, don't clash it, doubt me
I make your favorite rapper come pick up trash around me
Used to walk around New York, red rag around me
That was my DMX, dog tag around me
Never keep it twisted 'cause I keep a bag around me
I still jack rappers if they brag around me
Keep it private, everything first class around me
Like a Backwood, opps don't last around me
Lemon on the head of the drum, we make lemonade
One gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate
Disappeared into the crowd like I'm in a Wraith
And go missin' like the crack when I'm in a rape
I do dirt like I'm in the grave, and fuck this rap shit
This ain't even how I'm gettin' paid
One, two, attention to the center stage
Fuck you, I'm back to my killin' ways
Three, four, niggas with me, then they prolly strapped
Shoe turnin' backwards like Just' LA Dodger Hat
Trigger finger twitching, bullets spin 'em like a laundromat
Like an Internet laggin', killin' where they spawn 'em at
I'm bad for your health, you're scared to die, hypochondriac
Pussy nigga gets an itch, hit him with the Monistat
'Cause once we goin' in it, ain't no fallin' back
And if that Draco on my lap, you know I'm in that Donda black
Ah, extra clip with a bomb at might as well kill him if I'ma end up with Jeffrey Dahmer, that's crazy
'Cause last night I was with Madonna with some supermodels, asking Hit where the condoms at
Shit, I gotta stay protected
This LA, they can take yo life before they take the necklace
Take the gun apart, spread the pieces, make the exit
Take the clothes off, burn 'em and then make the exit
Look around this motherfucker, it's like we're still in the '80s
Everybody with the shit, it's like a billionare baby
I've been drilling for this feelin', my adrenaline's satan
I'm the black Slim Shady, I've been killin' them lately
[The Game (Justin Credible):]
Get these niggas the fuck outta here, man
Drillmatic, August 12th, man
We ain't gonna play no games, man
Fuck all that (Game is here)
Nah, nah, Game was here, I'm out
Oh I lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Sevyn)
Bongo by the way
[Jeremih:]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don't trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[The Game:]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though
She say she ain't that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though
She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, "Bring it here"
See the way that I'ma fuck you, you ain't ever did
I'ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain't ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I'm hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that
So in return, I don't fuck with 'em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I'm only fuckin' you, what you goin' through?
Now you mad, textin' in all caps
Like I just didn't put my kids on your back
[Jeremih & Sevyn:]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh, I
You don't trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Young Thug:]
I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (aw yeah)
I'm so gone off your love and you know
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs, throwin' you some Jerry beads
Black diamonds in your chain, you a Merry kid
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin'
Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin')
No climax from your man? He ain't worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she's mine
[Jeremih & Sevyn:]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh, my
You don't want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Jeremih:]
Hell yes
Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less
I'm fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net
I'ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro's
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it's the last stroke
[Jeremih & Sevyn:]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh, my
You don't want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On My Way To PHX lyrics - Bag Of Tricks Cat, The Game & Whitney Peyton (feat. Willy Northpole)
Ay, vodka
This is legendary, man, yeah
Put your phones up, been known to switch my flow up
I been steady touring, every city made me grow up
Rock stores to OGs, helped them [?]
Started out low key,I'm on my way to Arizona
Reminiscing 'bout the good times, even the downs
That I needed as a lesson way before I understood why
Promised I would try, and now I'm getting
Every vision I've pictured, I'm living like I never could die
But I know the world is scary and reckless
Some of my people didn't make it and now I carry their message
Philly to Phoenix in between it, now I'm seeing my blessings
And when it's time for me to leave, I'll leave a piece on these records
Uh, hustling we on, sending packages we on
No justice for the young, popo with 'em like Freon
The Arizona sunset, drop bars at the neons
Little peons be playing with them demons
I just hug 'em when I see 'em, it's fucked up
'Cause I just saw 'em now we bleed [?]
And another little homie lost his freedom, yeah
But that's just Phoenix where shit gets tragic, yeah
I'm in the trap house writing MC's magic
I quit robbing [?] I broke those habits
I'ma drop this theater and crack like tablets
I went from jaywalking to hustling through the alley
The sky [?] rally the valley
I've been around the world and there's no place like it
So when I come home I need flashlights and liners, yeah
Up in the air, that's the love I get
I'm on the road now, on my way to PHX
Look, I been around the world and ain't shit change
Your neighborhood ain't the hardest, it's the goddamn same
My cousin who's a legend, he at LAX
And he about to pull up, on my way to PHX, yeah
In Phoenix, I'm a legend, you'll see where my mind is mentioned
For the message in my music alone with my business methods
Whether in or out of town, I get [?]
Check my resume, for 28, it's pretty impressive
It made an impression on me at twelve, at thirteen
Bumping the documentary with a dub sack in my jeans
Didn't know eventually I'd be so loved by the scene
And make moves so monumentally when I brought you my dream
So there's a lotta love for me waiting when I get home
The big homie Willie called me, said I put on for the zone
Yo Game, where you at? [?] freeway
Well, when you touch down I'll have that [?]
Laid back in my Chevelle
[?] it ain't hard to tell
On my way to PHX
With a trunk full of X
Used to dabble into meth
Yeah, not smoke it, just used to chef
This a love story 'bout me and drugs
Border patrol faces every time they seeing thugs
[?] yeah, just me and blood
Run up on that Chevy every time a op need a hug
That's the California way
Smoke it, sell it, we do it every day
I've been around the world and there's no place like it
So when I come home I need flashlights and liners
Up in the air, that's the love I get
I'm on the road now, on my way to PHX
I've heard a couple stories, told a few myself
It ain't about the glory, it's about the way you felt
When the weather looking stormy, we'll survive the floods and droughts
And if you ever checking for me
On my way to PHX
Pest Control lyrics - The Game
[Game:]
All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high tho
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' 'round, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer
[Kanye West & Game:]
You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you! Niggas ain't got the answers for me, you shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab
[Game:]
Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5 hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, Akhi, don't push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a wheelie to that
I went from BMore to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly but this nigga make y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTime Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
So I went and dug your ass up 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG can't give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'm a beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes, Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor tucked, night night
Use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail
I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'm a see you in the streets, don't @ me
You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching break'em off
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching break'em off
[Omelly:]
Pussy nigga
(Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, aim
(Mumbles)
If you ain't getting money, boy you lame
You rat bastard
Pink Panther 3 lyrics - Gringo & The Game
(Riddla)
(Goldfinger, oh-oh)
Yeah
Ridin' in this Maybach, Draco on my seat
Opps on the watch, they can feel the summer heat
So we ride, yeah, yeah, we ride
Look, understand, Allah got a masterplan
I don't die innit, I only vibe innit
I drop the top, roll up and then get high in it
Hop out, diamonds [?], Louis Vuitton [?]
Yeah, catch me on the G4 or the G5 and you know, how we fly
Like gangsters, women so anxious, to see us, who we [?]
Like I said, Allah got a masterplan
[?] ashtray, where I'm ashin' at, yeah
Cuban cigars on my [?]
Middle of the desert, ten million in the Goyard, go hard
Ridin' in this Maybach, Draco on my seat
Opps on the watch, they can feel the summer heat
So we ride, yeah, yeah, we ride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in this Maybach, Draco on my seat
Opps on the watch, they can feel the summer heat
So we ride, yeah (Flex), yeah, we ride, yeah, yeah (Tell 'em, go hard)
Draco (Ah), Full Clip (Ah), Neukölln, 4-4, Compton (Oh)
Radio, wake up, [?] talks
My phone ringing, ay yo, Game, what's up? (Yeah)
No contracts, only handshaker (Shake)
Boys in the hood, favor for favor (Yeah)
We knockin' on your door, one, two, three and to the four (Poh)
Ich rapp' wie Snoop, One Take
Ich rapp' wie Amis, auf Haze
Smoke weed everyday (Oh-oh, I push rhymes like weight)
Ridin' in this Maybach, Draco on my seat
Opps on the watch, they can feel the summer heat
So we ride, yeah, yeah, we ride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in this Maybach, Draco on my seat
Opps on the watch, they can feel the summer heat
So we ride, yeah (Flex), yeah, we ride, yeah, yeah (Tell 'em, go hard)
Priceless lyrics - Philip Israel, The Game & DJ Sauna
Ohh, can I tell the truth one time
Can I get to you one time
Yeah, oh yeah
Can I keep it true one time
Be real with you one time
I done cashed a couple commas
I done had a few diamonds
But this thing I got with you
I know it's priceless
It's kind of hard to define us
But I know our bond is timeless
Yeah, that's why this thing I got with you
Is priceless
We on the same page
How could I complain
I'm just trying not to mess up a good thing
Trying to do something I ain't never seen
But I think you're worth it to me
You work it for me
Know your love ain't free
So I pay the fee, I
Treat you like a queen
I hope you can see
I ain't wasting your time
I done cashed a couple commas
I done had a few diamonds
But this thing I got with you
I know it's priceless
It's kind of hard to define us
But I know our bond is timeless
Yeah, that's why this thing I got with you
Is priceless
Let me speak, baby you a vibe
It's a gift you can't see with your eyes
Blessing, Don Perignon on the dresser
Baby girl know get the more not the less of
No compressa, load the Tesla
How it feel to put your toes up forever
Young and charming, moving with class
Got me on the west with a pass
I done cashed a couple commas
I done had a few diamonds
But this thing I got with you
I know it's priceless
It's kind of hard to define us
But I know our bond is timeless
Yeah, that's why this thing I got with you
Is priceless
I pull up hop out, when she clock out hop in
Maybach shit, always got a bad bitch locked in
We in M.I.A. for the summer
Big body chop the top off the Hummer
We go shopping, she know I'm gone do the numbers
Cartier, Dior, tell the niggas to run it
Do anything for my girl
Tattoo your passport up, give you the world, uh
I done cashed a couple commas
I done had a few diamonds
But this thing I got with you
I know it's priceless
It's kind of hard to define us
But I know our bond is timeless
Yeah, that's why this thing I got with you
Is priceless
Pull Up lyrics - The Game
Aw, you motherfuckers. Haha, OK
You think you can do this to me?!
You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, nigga! Twenty-three-hour lockdown! I'm the man up in this piece! You'll never see the light of da-who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?
King Kong ain't got shit on me
The last who rock, the last fuckin' dance, nigga
You know I'm a blood no rag in my pants, nigga
What they sayin' nigga? He fell off?
'Cause he in Calabasas well off, copped the new Lambo
And cut the tail off, chopper on his lap can knock a whale off
I'll steal Dr. Dre yacht and sail off
Don't believe me?! Watch me, who the fuck gon' stop me?!
I know Andre Young wish he left me where he got me
Day after they shot me I was walkin' out the swap meet
Crutchin' on my left arm, niggas tried to Pac me
All they did was make me stronger
Wanna, gangbang longer, had to
Creep inside of Slauson make my, chain hang longer
Bunny hop into that Range with the thang-thang on him
Red flag wavin', oh you tryin' to bang-bang on him?
Monkey nuts banana clips with that, orangu-tang on him
King Kong ain't got shit on me, it's training day homie
Pull up
Oh you think you bangin'-bangin'? Nigga pull up
All you niggas gangstas now? Nigga, pull up
Oh you think you poppin' lil nigga? Pull up
'Cause we run the night and hit that back fence
Cut a nigga power, 100-round clip we out of crazy hours
Catch a nigga slippin' like he in the shower
Put a body in the ground and let it grow a flower
Peace sign nigga, Eastside nigga
Westside nigga, Tecs fly nigga
LM-double O-2, test drive nigga
Northside, Southside niggas ridin' with me motherfucker
Pull up
When it come to gangbangin', nigga I'm a specialist
6s pro club I been with the extra shit
When I say five, I don't do it for the flexin' shit
I mean on Cinco de Mayo I shot it out with Mexicans
Did my first drive-by, wasn't even havin' sex and shit
Fourteen, back seat, shakin' like the exorcist
All these demons inside me got me loadin' up the Tec and shit
Gun hangin' out the window kickin' on some Tekken shit
We was on that Texas shit, Impala leanin' like it's sippin' on that medicine
We see yo' 'hood, we cross it out and disrespect yo' shit
I was Redman, aimin' at yo' headband
And when I'm with my killa' bees I'm on that Method shit
40-Tical nigga, 2 Tecs, Rasheed Wallace I'm a foul nigga
Since I had the super soaker, runnin' 'round wettin' shit
Clean the whole block now he ain't even got a set to trip
Tell em, pull up
Oh you think you bangin'-bangin'? Nigga pull up
All you niggas gangstas now? Nigga, pull up
Oh you think you poppin' lil nigga? Pull up
'Cause we run the night and hit that back fence
Cut a nigga power, 100-round clip we out of crazy hours
Catch a nigga slippin' like he in the shower
Put a body in the ground and let it grow a flower
Peace sign nigga, Eastside nigga
Westside nigga, Tecs fly nigga
LM-double O-2, test drive nigga
Northside, Southside niggas ridin' with me motherfucker
Pull up
Real lyrics - Jayco Beatz & The Game
Ayo Jayco, yee
Let's talk to em
You know me I'm on them real west side vibes
Tell these niggas something, look
I'm done lost homies after homies tryna keep it one hunnid
Keep the tech nine riding shotgun if a nigga run up on it
Know I'm in the 64, dipping through the back street
Know I pack heat, know I keep the feens running up and down the block, like it's a track meet
Know that 45 got the extendo on a stretch long as Shaq feet
This LA shit
40,000 different hood, get hit with the K quick
Yeah, you better ride it til the wheels off
Serials get scraped, and bodies just get peeled off
Just for tryna keep it real
Bodies rolling down the block, often tryna climb that hill, wassup, yeah
Yeah, niggas try to keep it real
Always try to keep it real
Niggas die out here, keep it real
Niggas lose their life just tryna keep it real
Keep it real that always been the mentality
The good die young is the unfortunate reality
Most people worried about status instead of salary
If a sucka run up on it, he gon find himself in tragedy
People switch up who they are for someone they pretend to be
Prioritize horribly, violation morally
I stay speaking facts, this shit be sound like a poetry
Do right and stay humble so my son he can look up me
You know life is short, it's never what it seems
Many youngins out there steady chasing cream
Plottin' on each other or find ways to scheme
Living off their means, we all got a dream
They say you are well off or you fell off
Expectation is the new perception, work your tail off
Some people act like your real friends but they all talk
Always got that heat on me, you all soft
Yeah, yeah, niggas try to keep it real
Always try to keep it real
Niggas die out here, keep it real
Niggas lose their life just tryna keep it real
Sins Of Our Fathers lyrics - The Game (with Marsha Ambrosius)
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I've been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
[The Game:]
I could hit you with the "Yes master", [?]
Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
The White House a plantation
But they're teachin' our kids it's a castle
Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
Lab rats pickin' cotton inside invisible cages
House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
The last days, drinkin' our own sweat in the field
Either kneel or you get your ass killed
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I've been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
[The Game:]
They gave my great-great grandfather lashes 'cause he stole a fuckin' horse
Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin' Porsche
As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
I'm in the same church where little kids and women died
I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
Wishin' the branch would break, but nope
Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin' and takin' pictures
'Cause to them you ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' nigga
500 years later, I'm in the club
Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
Even in death, she still surrounded by white men
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I've been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
To Voando lyrics - Rod 3030 & The Game (feat. 808 Luke & Rick Beatz)
[Rod:]
Única coisa mais quente que meu flow é meu bairro
A concorrência chora eu não paro
Meu coração é frio e se eu tenho algo pra falar então falo
Pode tentar dar rasteira eu não caio (vem)
Eu lembro bem de cada um que disse que não ia dar certo
Faltaram o treino, eu tenho o prêmio porque nas rimas maceto
Não é difícil, construo edifícios, flow arquiteto
Bruce Lee disse seja água eu fui oasis no deserto
Mesmo na crise a firma segue forte
Sem cortes, meu time é forte igual corote
Eu vejo inveja vindo atrás dos holofotes
A vida é assim, uns nascem pra ser camisa 9 outros pra ser mascote
[The Game:]
I'm out I'm Rio, runnin my bags up
Opps in the way, toes is gettin tagged up
I know the plug, he playin dirty
And I heard from a lil bird
Me and Rod 3030
We got chicks in the pool at the mansion
I don't speak spanish but I think she said I'm young, black and handsome
And she takin shots more than me
This casamigos got a nigga speaking portuguese
[Rod:]
Com a mesma fome do começo
Agora com 150 metros quadrados a mais porque eu mereço
Quer me prender numa caixa, tentar, me por num rotulo
Os cara ja são olho grande e ainda quer comprar binóculo
Fiz a mixtape de trap porque eu faço o que eu quero
Agora eu voltei com esses rap mais sagrados que o clero
Mais pesados que o...
Vcs só me viram na TV
Mas vcs nao tavam la quando eu gravava os CDs no Nero
Vc tem que ter muito tempo vago pra falar mal dos outros
Querem minha vaga no campo porque eu sou pica no jogo
Se o tempo é rei, eu sou plebeu to no sentido anti horário
Mas faço tu pendurar as chuteiras bem antes do Romário
Sou a visão gol tipo Petkovic, aos 47
To na missão flow animal no meio de tanto flow pet
Rimas que salvam vidas sei, dessas sou mestre
Por isso eu falo que eu sou foda, os outros são só boquete
[The Game:]
I'm out I'm Rio, runnin my bags up
Opps in the way, toes is gettin tagged up
I know the plug, he playin dirty
And I heard from a lil bird
Me and Rod 3030
We got chicks in the pool at the mansion
I don't speak spanish but I think she said I'm young, black and handsome
And she takin shots more than me
This casamigos got a nigga speaking portuguese
[Rod:]
E eu nem to zuando
Domino o jogo só num lance e eu nem to suando
Atordoando o filme até ganhar o ator do ano
E se atirar pra derrubar é porque eu to voando
Eu to voando
Eu to voando
E eu nem to zuando
Domino o jogo só num lance e eu nem to suando
Atordoando o filme até ganhar o ator do ano
E se atirar pra derrubar é porque eu to voando
Eu to voando
Eu to voando
Uncle Otis (Jay-Z Diss) lyrics - The Game
This shit for my uncle Otis
Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
Yo ‘Ye, this nigga ain't even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no fucking Wonton’s
I don’t wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin’ nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
It’s a stick up bitch
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
Call Khaled, tell him
Fuck it, I’m on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe’ll souffle half you muthafuckers
Its the Drew league, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
I got the money up in the rubber band
Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
I’ma I’ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash
You know why? I’m Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That ain't a lie
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
Violence lyrics - The Game & Hit-Boy
You know this album, I'ma say it like this, yo:
I'm tellin' everyone right now, 2022
That Game and Hit gon' be dangerous, mark my word
When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy
All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane
It's like Hov in this motherfucker
But it's just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this motherfucker
Cook somethin' (Cook somethin')
Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama's purse and took somethin'
We in them twin 'Raris, this gon' be a good summer
I can see the future, let's call him and get a hook or somethin'
Scream from the roof top, "Free Young Thug"
So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on One Blood
Still fresh like uh
Coke White Air Forces got me dressed like Young
André, the Doc
Sometimes I pull up on him and the door still locked
I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do
Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too
Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too
You don't bow down, the MAC-10 will reach you
Violence, all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas get silent
Sirens, all I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins
When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy
All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane
You rap niggas is Kris Kross
I don't respect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg
And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross
She lick around the Glock, 'cause I ain't takin' the blick off
Niggas got me screwed up, but I don't sip sauce
I break down the chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust
Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career
I'm here, ain't nobody sheddin' a tear
John Madden died but The Game still here
Still holdin' the stick
Said John Madden died but The Game right here
And all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas is silent
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins
This is not The Infamy, I'm livin' through my infamy
Every gunshot is a bittersweet symphony
That's why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony
I hate when niggas droppin', so no wonder ya'll sent for me
I almost cut my braids last night
But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night
I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night
Wifey got drunk, I had to fuck the maid last night
Guess I was missin' my fade last night
Heart vs. Mind, pluckin' out my grays last night
Middle of June, drivin' backwards in a May' last night
And Mayweather lookin' for 50 like May last fight
Ears ringin' like the Clase top
Rap niggas got me waitin' for a Beyoncé drop
And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock
Used to have a line out the door like a Kanye drop
When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy
All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane
Wedding Night lyrics - Nicko Ostby & The Game
[Nicko Ostby:]
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
Spending time with Rainbow Trout
And all the the things I thought about
And all the the times I chased the clout
Could never quite compare to you
Used to take the easy route
I used to take the sleazy route
I had some habits, kicked 'em out
At times I stop and stare at you
Baby, you're my baby girl
My mind is fast, it's in a swirl
My past is gone, it's like a blur
Why don't you make a future with me
Starting out this brand new year
So use your lips and whisper near
So come on baby, kiss my ear
Why don't you make a culture with me
Culture so clean, using Q-tips
Like the Vulture, making music
Re-la-tion-ship, don't abuse it
Got a lotta time, let's use it
Love each other every day
Above is where I wanna stay
Up in the clouds with you bay-bay
Let's stay in love, not go astray
Not go astray, on cloudy days
Just like the stars, we set ablaze
Two hearts in one, I look and gaze
Into your eyes, for better ways
To love you baby like some butter
Lay on me, I'll make you shutter
Talk to me and don't you stutter
Oops, do I just go too far
Sometimes I just think and wonder
Heart is pounding like some thunder
Oops, I think I saw what's under
Oops, did I just go too far
Love you baby like some butter
Lay on me, I'll make you shutter
Talk to me and don't you stutter
Oops, do I just go to far
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
[The Game (Nicko Ostby):]
Girl in a red dress
Seen her in a magazine
Looking like a beauty queen
Know I had to holla at her
No I ain't no trick
But I threw a couple dollars at her
I mean
She the woman of my dreams, she is
I can see three kids
I can see a house with a picket fence
With a Maybach outside
Me under the tent
She smoking them other girls like the fence
So we off
Yeah
She looking like the woman of my dreams
(Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams)
She looking like the woman in my
(Dreams, dreams, dreams) Dreams (dreams, dreams)
She looking like the woman from my dreams
(Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams)
[Nicko Ostby:]
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
I just wrote a pretty steamy song
To make love to
On our wedding night
Cause I really want to plug you
Plug you into me
Cupid flying right above you
Waited my whole life
Cause I really want to love you
What Else lyrics - The Game
In this moment, erase my fears
Only time for action, no time for tears
All these years been preparin' for right now
When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin' that blood hounds
Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won't drown
My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
I'm built for this, I killed for this
Put everythin' on the line, blood spilled for this
They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
If it wasn't 'bout guns, I was skippin' them classes
Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
Cock it and blast it, runnin' my racket
Put 'em all in the casket
Strikin' them matches, wrap you in plastic
Turn you to ashes
Call me for duty and I'll murder the masses
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive 'til the end of the game? What else, what else
I'm on a suicide mission with pistols, I won't miss you
You with me, I'm with you, if not, the slug gon' hit you
Rip through your tissue, I don't think the world gon' miss you
Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
Ghost, not the luxury car, I'm talkin' hollows
Sub-missiles flyin' through the sky
You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin' the scars
Tramplin' dead bodies in the field, full of blood
No remorse, of course we gon' be lit
We soldiers, trained to murder and won't miss
No time to piss, the realest in the midst
Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
Die by yourself 'cause you was born on your own
Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive 'til the end of the game? What else, what else
Worldwide Summer Vacation lyrics - The Game
This that New York
This that bay shit
This that come on girl we're going to LA shit
This that through it in the bag girl pack it up
This that ATL for the night for the night now back it up
It's your birthday, what's the move
Kissing constant me go bottles in talon
This that Dior Cancun
I'm taking 4, 5 girls to a room
I know you wanna party and bullshit
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
I know you wanna party and bullshit
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
I know you wanna party and bullshit
(I don't want dick tonight)
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
Party and bullshit (eat my pussy right)
This that New York
This that bay shit
This that ass out the air and the A shit
This that Fenty Lipgloss beat your face shit
You got you own money okay bitch
This that Howard homecoming slim waist shit
This that Astro world ticket and the apeshit
This that Caribana
Summer parade shit
This that girl fuck it off to my nigga drake shit
I know you on your demon time
I aint gon say shit
And this the number one song on your playlist
This that 305 mia shit
This a worldwide summer vacation
I know you wanna party and bullshit
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
I know you wanna party and bullshit
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
I know you wanna party and bullshit
(I don't want dick tonight)
And you got your bitches with you
Yeah you got your bitches with you
Party and bullshit (eat my pussy right)
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