Silver Lining lyrics - The Game & DJ Drama
A film twenty years in the makin'
Think Boyz n the Hood meets Goodfellas meets The Avengers
Movin' down the highways of my life (A documentation of some sorts)
Making sure I stay to the right (Fair to call this a biopic)
Movin' down the highways of my life (I wanna welcome y'all out to Every Movie Needs a Trailer)
So I can't be concerned with the other side of the road (Game, Gangsta Grizzillz, Drama)
Domination, choke somethin', wrap around one of these
Nigga, shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up), it ain't nothin' funny here
Niggas in the suburbs actin' like they hood with it
'Til some real niggas pull up like, "What's good with it?" (What's good?)
Sticks like the backwoods, roll 'em in a Backwood
Flood the whole hood with it, same way the crack would (Crack music)
Fiends on the fent', leanin' on that fence
Beam 'em up, Scotty, get 'em out them tents
Can't save the world, but I can sure try
Like Stevie, I wonder 'bout the woodlands in the sky
One thing's for sure, that mamas gon' cry
And two things for certain, we live and we die
Reading all the signs along the way
Knowing where I am by what they say (Written by Jayceon Taylor)
My destination's closer day by day (Produced by Mike & Keys and directed by the one and only)
So I can't be concerned with the other side of the road (Mr. Thanksgiving, y'all ready?)
Movin' down the highways
Movin' down the highways
Movin' down the highways
Movin' down the highways
Cavier x Cartier lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Caviar and Cartier (Every Movie Needs a Trailer)
Monday, I gotta give a call to Ye
In this material world, it's hard to say (History in the makin')
'Cause you could turn around and lose it all today
Eatin' caviar and Cartier
Tell them girls don't trip, I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai
Woke up and chose silence for the things I never say
But if I love you, I'm always one call away (DJ Drama)
Max B is free, free as a wave
And for a limited time only, these bars is free, freer than Dave
Standin' next to Dot when the concert stopped
Like me standin' next to Pac, that's too many name drops
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't drop a few
Like her, like him, like them, like you
Reportin' live from a balcony with a view
The alchemy is preachin' The Alchemist from the pew
So if you get an idea and it ends with pew-pew
And you run up on my car, you gon' get this doot-doot
While I'm droppin' my roof, I'm droppin' your roof too
Got a Drac' for all the dogs, don't make a nigga roof-roof
No harborin' old feelings when I'm in this new coupe
And they gon' write an essay 'bout you stiff in a zoot suit
'Cause I come from a town where you gotta know who's who
Or you get shot at all day like the NBA hoops do
So don't make me drill a nigga, I got a couple screws loose
And now you got a problem that's bigger than Bruce Bruce (Gangsta)
Caviar and Cartier
Monday, I gotta give a call to Ye
In this material world, it's hard to say
'Cause you could turn around and lose it all today
Eatin' caviar and Cartier
Tell them girls don't trip, I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai
Woke up and chose silence for the things I never say
But if I love you, I'm always one call away
Can I lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & Eric Bellinger
Quality Street Music (Gangsta Grizzillz)
I'ma write these raps like my cup runneth over
I'ma write these raps like book of rhymes got stolen
I'ma write these raps like Nipsey still somewhere on Slauson
I'ma write these raps like I was born and raised in Marcy
Can I write these raps like I'm Biggie off his stoop?
Can I write these raps like I'm Crip walkin' with Snoop?
In a red Nike Tech, can I write it from a YN's perspective?
Moissanite necklace in a Hellcat I might die in
Can I spit these bars like I'm freestylin' for Nas?
Outside of Hot 97 while I'm leanin' on 50's car
Can I spit this verse like I'm outside of Niketown?
With Donda's son, back and forth, need a Lil Boosie to come and wipe me down
Can I drop these names? I mean, this shit just part of the game
And, no, I'm not insane, I never claimed a Long Beach gang
Can I spit my truth? It was Dr. Dre that cut me loose
Everybody was movin' shady, I just didn't have no proof
What dreams are made of (Realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (Realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of
When I die, tell 'em study my brain at Harvard
So they can understand why Malcolm X never met Marcus Garvey
I'm on a different type of time
And this ain't for the top forty, these are different type of rhymes
Type shit, they got Ol' Dirty and Young Thug with Mariah
Type shit went into the veins of Richard Pryor
Type shit have you in your Maybach cryin'
'Cause your memory startin' to fade and you ain't take no pictures prior
Can I pray for y'all, do it one time for my granny?
Can y'all pray for me, that my next album win a Grammy?
Can I cheer for Dot 'cause I knew one day, he'd be great?
Keep it one hunnid, tell y'all I still fuck with Drake
I'm standin' in The Gap with all these tattoos on my face
And my Dodger hat will never be worn with no disgrace
Tell 'em, "Copy that," I'm a GOAT and I know my place
You would think I just beat a murder and dropped Murder Was the Case (Mm)
What dreams are made of (Oh, realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Na-na-na-na-na, might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Legendary, Gangsta Grizzillz)
Chrome Hearts lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
And this is just the mixtape
So soulful
Oh, baby
DJ Drama
Chrome hearted (Gangsta Grizzillz)
When I was one, my daddy dug a hole and threw my mama in it
Every household in Compton has some trauma in it
And ever since then, my life had some drama in it
Bought a gangster grill and now I got DJ Drama (Gangsta Grizzillz)
You see, growing up, I always wanted to be a movie director
But I guess you could say my mixtapes is like films
Got famous for the gangster flicks
Ventured off in other genres
It's fair to say, though
I'm best known for blockbusters
Me and Game connecting is like
Scorsese and DiCaprio
Wolves of all streets
Turn you niggas into The Departed
Leave you questionin' yourself like Shutter Island
Y'all thinkin' Grammys, we thinkin' more like Oscars
And this is just the mixtape
When I was one, my daddy dug a hole and threw my mama in it
Every household in Compton has some trauma in it
And ever since then, my life had some drama in it
Bought a gangster grill and now I got DJ Drama in it (Yes, sir)
Platinum off my pain, how many times I done did it
And this rap shit ain't really worth all the commas in it
It almost took my life and my '64 Impala with it
Nigga said he got a problem? I ain't got no problem with it
Roll me some weed 'cause sometimes I just gotta hit it
Slow my thoughts 'cause my mind be like a mile a minute
And if you see me in some jewelry and it got diamonds in it
Just act like I ain't got it on 'cause the bullets from this 9 come with it
Got it off a dead man's neck, but I ain't dying with it
One thing about these shots, time on Earth be flying with it
Look me in my eyes so I can tell if you lying in 'em
Tell you like my daddy told me, fuck all that crying, nigga
I'd rather be feared than loved
I'd rather be feared
I'd rather be feared than loved
I'd rather be feared
When I was three, my mama tried to kill my daddy with his own gun
Love will make you kill a nigga in front your own son
I guess I turned out okay, though
Walkin' through life bare-footed, steppin' on these Legos
Like footprints in the sand, depending how my day go
Respect my big homies, but I never needed they say-so
Especially off the Quavo, fillin' balloons up with quallos
Catchin' fades with Mexicans that look like Lefty Gunplay and Peysoh
I'm alive, obviously, 'cause I get high and lay low
And I put that on God, the City of Angels will get you a halo
If I really wanted y'all bitches, cars and chains, I'd take those
'Cause, nigga, I'm The Game and this khaki suit my play clothes
I don't turn down smoke, I don't turn up niggas' albums
First niggas was scared of my brother, so I start pullin' up without him
Los Angeles King, show me a rooftop, I'll shout it
And a nigga y'all thought was king ain't gon' do nothin' about it (Gangsta Grizzillz)
I'd rather be feared than loved
Quick time or slime
Loyalty or respect
I'd rather be feared
I'd rather be feared than loved
I'd rather be feared
Amerikkka's Nightmare lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
These days
It's been no dreams or nightmares
The game's all fucked up
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Jayceon
West coast, east coast
Always keep the heat close
Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo
LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow
Dogs can't smell it on me (Gangsta)
I go where the beef go
Touchdown, Teezo
Dolo, no RICO
Empty the clip, reload
Die fast, breathe slow
First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego
Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel
America's nightmare
I just laughed
I think very deeply
America's nightmare
I, I just laughed
I think very deeply
Get to clickin' and clackin'
This like my first day out flow
Twenty behind these bars, pussy nigga, keep your mouth closed
Say he a cold killer, I don't give a fuck how cold
I'll wait thirty years, then kill you, make you Alpo
Niggas know it ain't no muzzle with me
And I keep the puzzles with me
I don't run trains, so you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Dodger blue diamond pendant, everything custom with me
And I brought my cousin with me, it feel like Nipsey Hussle with me
I'm out here lookin' for revenge
Chrome Benz, chrome rims
Ridin' 'round with this Drac', no friends
No spins, fuck the radio, nigga, and fuck the club
Fuck your Fashion Nova fit, fuck all that cap and fake love
Fuck the dap and fake hugs, fuck these apps and fake thugs
Fake-ass followers, fake-ass streams and fake buzz
Fake beefs on podcasts, fake Crips and fake Bloods
Fake chains, all you niggas do is rap and take drugs
West coast, east coast
Always keep the heat close
Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo
LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow
Dogs can't smell it on me
I go where the beef go
Touchdown, Teezo
Dolo, no RICO
Empty the clip, reload
Die fast, breathe slow
First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego
Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel
America's nightmare
I, I just laughed
I think very deeply
America's nightmare
I just laughed
I think very deeply
Still got these clips on me, chillin' where the nerds at
Still got a couple Crips on me where I used to chop them birds at
Documentary, third act, put it in the pot and stir that
Nigga, keep poppin' fly, I'll clip the wings off your bird-ass
Niggas don't wanna deal with me
They want me ducked off with my kids
Erased out of the history books
They send lawyers to take my crib
Send bitches I never touched to set me up, can I live?
They prey on my downfall, you want me dead? Nigga, dig
I don't pop up at they brunches, do lunches or red carpets
I wear red rags and hot rags, up and down Slauson
I am Westside connected, this Compton, precede with caution
Fuck I look like duckin' smoke? I'm already half-way to my coffin, so
What's a Grammy to a nigga who out here spinnin' jets
And what's an internet troll to a nigga who grew up without the internet?
But I will log you off it, keep sendin' threats
Put twelve dots on you and park you like that nigga, GNX
West coast, east coast
Always keep the heat close
Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo
LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow
Dogs can't smell it on me
I go where the beef go
Touchdown, Teezo
Dolo, no RICO
Empty the clip, reload
Die fast, breathe slow
First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego
Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel
America's nightmare (Like a motherfuckin' man)
I think very deeply
America's nightmare
Right up to your face and diss you
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson (Gangsta Grillz)
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson
Clown Emojis lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Oh shit (Oh shit)
These niggas ain't droppin' no top forties (They ain't droppin')
These niggas ain't poppin' no Glock 40s (They ain't poppin')
These niggas ain't drivin' no drop sporties (They ain't whippin')
These niggas ain't fuckin' no top shorties (They might be simpin')
You a clown emoji
Lookin' like the clown and Janine (Hahahahaha)
You a clown emoji
Clown-ass niggas (Ha)
Clown emojis
Hahahahaha
Clown emojis (Ha)
(DJ Drama, Gangsta Grizzillz)
You paint your nails, you got a purse from Chanel
Nigga, you spicy as hell
You say, "Clock it," nigga, stop it
My Glock sit comfy in my Chrome Heart pocket
Bodies in the boneyard, I'm stonewall, locked in
The loan sharks get thrown darts for stone yard rockin'
Niggas wearin' skirts on Earth and call it fashion
Nigga wear a murse, you gets no love for that shit
Section full of niggas, no bitches, nigga, what?
Vapin' like these hoes, man, who raised you niggas up?
I was raised a family of Crips and went Blood
Heard Makaveli so many times I went thug
But you niggas clown emojis
Hahahahaha
She said she goin' down, then show me
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
You niggas hide behind babies with bad bitches
Groupie-ass niggas, fingers in your ass, nigga
You let your girl lick it? (Shit, man's wicked)
Niggas is the new bitches, the fuckin' eye missin'
NFL niggas turned runway models
NBA niggas struttin' through the tunnel like Latto
Two niggas in the club drinkin' out the same bottle
Must've forgot the drill, drop these niggas in Chicago
The jungles or New York, find your way up out the borough
Nigga asked you where you from and now you clutchin' your pearls
It's your world, pussy-ass niggas
Let me guess, you just a girl
Nah, nigga, you's a clown emoji
Hahahahaha
Clown emojis
Hahahahaha
Good Enough lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Wanna know how I feel
I feel good (I feel good)
Baby, I feel good over (Baby, I feel good over)
You and I have what others dream (Twenty years in the game, feelin' gooder than ever)
You wanna know how I feel
I feel good (Feel so good, I feel good)
Baby, I feel good over (Baby, I feel good over)
You and I have what others dream (We just warmin' up, baby, DJ Drama)
I woke up, that might be enough
Just happy I'm free, we see what they did to Puff
I roll me some za, then I take a puff
When I start to lean, I double the cup
All my YNs, this y'all time, you niggas is up
I been where you goin', so keep that bitch tucked
Keep that fire in case you gotta fah-fah-fah like Fourth of July
Send 'em my BI
Nigga, why would I lie? The homies is dead
And they like the Jordan logo, they up in the sky
Free lil' Smurk and free all the guys
You wanna know how I feel
I feel good, I feel good, I feel good (I feel good)
Baby, I feel good all over (Baby, I feel good all over)
You and I have what others dream
You wanna know how I feel
I feel good, I feel good, I feel good (I feel good)
Baby, I feel good all over (Baby, I feel good all over)
You and I have what others dream
A blunt and a baddie, that's all that I need
Quality women, quality weed
Keep it extended long as I breathe
I'm in it to win it, this ain't the beginning, I'm runnin' the league
On 5 'nem grave, I'll 1v1 you niggas, I'm all that I need
I'm goin' to war, you know I'm a Blood, fuck if I bleed
I get back on defense, you never too old to get killed
These niggas'll drill shit just for the thrill
But what would my daughter say if she knew who I was on the inside?
Fatherhood, my neighborhood, this shit be a thin line
You wanna know how I feel
I feel good, I feel good, I feel good (I feel good)
Baby, I feel good all over (Baby, I feel good all over)
You and I have what others dream
You wanna know how I feel
I feel good, I feel good, I feel good (I feel good)
Baby, I feel good all over (Baby, I feel good all over)
You and I have what others dream
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Quarter Zips x Matcha lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
You see, I came up in the golden era
Studied and watched
Then I made a golden era
Which then inspired a whole new era
Now I'm still here
Still going, still going
Only getting better
(Dramatic, nigga)
I respect these bitches on Instagram selling they pussy
More than I respect you subpar rap niggas, you pussy
Look me in the eyes, don't be surprised it's a trill nigga
Pimp C's fur coat, a Bun B in some Hilfiger
Feel me when I say what I say
I'm the outcast like 3000 Andrés
I will outlast all you niggas rapping today (Forever)
When I'm no longer amused by the lies that y'all spray
This for my young boys in line to see NBA
My baddies glued to they phones who never signed the NDA
I turn the daddy issues to tissue, issue short apologies
For single mothers unaware of Afini's ideologies
Generations full of lost souls far as I can see
You idolizing the wrong niggas, obviously
So one must mob deep, at least for Prodigy
And my Adidas living out Nas' prophecy (Hahaha)
This ain't no Druski skit, this is real life
Put a diamond tester to it, this is real ice
This ain't no brand within a brand, this is Phil Knight
On a fortnight, what you built like?
Bullet wounds, when they heal right
It's that zaza when it's sealed tight
Six-seven, that's how it feel, right?
Can you turn a Insta' baddie into a real wife?
We don't do Nike Tech, we don't do coffee
It's straight quarter zips and matchas around here
Keep going
"Kaboom," said the elephant in the room
My element is black, it's my melanin out the womb
King Tut out the tomb, Cartier's and shit
Hov and X freestyling, that's how my air is mixed
Two light skinned bitches kissing in close friends
Two dark skinned women licking at both ends
Come one, come all and I keep they legs shaking
And you don't need a Rose how the bass vibrating
She got a pretty face and she high maintenance
Post everything on the 'Gram except the fuck faces
I fold her up like magazine front pages
Lay the second row down and G-wagons get real spacious
Like the monogram, Louis Vuitton, trunk spaces
Puffing behind these bars, the killer sitting where Ma$e is
White chucks turn red when I stomp 'em out
He look like Blueface song, they'll know what I'm talking about (Hahaha)
This ain't no Druski skit, this is real life
Put a diamond tester to it, this is real ice
This ain't no brand within a brand, this is Phil Knight
On a fortnight, what you built like?
Bullet wounds, when they heal right
It's that zaza when it's sealed tight
Six-seven, that's how it feel, right?
Can you turn a Insta' baddie into a real wife?
Rotation lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & Jeremih
Baby
Can I get a 360? (Can I get a 360?)
(Gangsta)
Shawty tryna call a nigga every time she need a bag
Fuck them other niggas, I ain't nothin' like the one you had
Uh-huh, keep hoes in rotation
I keep in somethin' in the spaceship
I keep hoes in rotation
I keep somethin' in the air (Air)
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin (Let's go)
Fuck them other bitches, I'll ride for my twin
I'll die for my twin (Ride), I'll die for my twin (Ride), yeah (Ride)
That body is tea, the 'brows cut with precision
And I'm payin' for your lashes, I am not your last nigga
This time, you got one who live from the hood
And I live by the motto, if he wanted to, he would
Told the Gucci that I bought her a Birkin, and did
Forty-five thousand in Chanel and slid (Slide)
If she start a sentence with, "Can I?" I say, "Yes"
If she wanna share my clothes, I tell her, "Go get dressed" (Gangsta)
She in her soft girl era, so when she text, I reply with finesse
Bitches hatin' be to no end
I told her, "Put all them hoes in your close friends"
Give they ass a show
Where you wanna go?
How much money you wanna blow?
I'ma take you through there, go (Go)
Shawty tryna call a nigga every time she need a bag
Fuck them other niggas, I ain't nothin' like the one you had
Uh-huh, keep hoes in rotation
I keep in somethin' in the spaceship
I keep hoes in rotation
I keep somethin' in the air (Air)
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin (Ayy)
Fuck them other bitches, I'll ride for my twin (Let's go)
I'll die for my twin (Ride), I'll die for my twin (Ride), yeah (Ride)
I hate every girl who ain't you
Only filter you got is when shit ain't true
With me when you ain't, that's the way I move
So we gon' run this shit back like déjà vu
Her hatin'-ass friend said she seen me in Miami with a bitch
Be careful with the AI, boo
And your ex is your ex 'cause when it came to the sex
He ain't never make your pussy feel the way I do
I'm tryna go skin to skin since you been hittin' the gym
How your ass so fat, but your waist so slim?
You my twin, it's always us versus them
Shawty tryna call a nigga every time she need a bag
Fuck them other niggas, I ain't nothin' like the one you had
Uh-huh, keep hoes in rotation
I keep in somethin' in the spaceship
I keep hoes in rotation
I keep somethin' in the air (Air)
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down for my twin (Ayy)
Fuck them other bitches, I'll ride for my twin
I'll die for my twin, I'll slide for my twin
(Gangsta Grillz)
I think we got a match
The Coast Guard lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Hunters and collectors all come out at night (An eye for an eye, blood for blood)
Hunters and collectors never see the light (You punch mine, I knife yours)
Hunters and collectors all come out at night (You knife mine, I shoot yours)
Hunters and collectors never see the light (You shoot mine, we body yours, Gangsta Grizzillz)
If you kill my dog, I'ma kill your cat
Welcome back to this gangsta rap (Gangsta)
You ever had some bomb pussy and it felt like that?
Welcome back to this gangsta rap (Gangsta)
Anybody in the world with a Tupac tat
Welcome back to some gangsta rap (Gangsta)
If you ain't never left the house without your strap
Welcome back, this is gangsta rap (Gangsta)
If you in love with real hip-hop, come get your gold star (Only for the generals)
And I gotta be honest with you, lately with me, it ain't been nothin' but low carbs (You niggas' raps is dietary)
And I usually get excited when niggas drop, but so far (You're boring me)
Everything niggas creatin' besides Tyler got me out here with a broke heart (Call me when you get lost, nigga)
It's like a preschool playground, who the fuck set all these low bars?
Albums that don't chart, beats that don't go hard
Penned you to be so sharp, but now it's leavin' no mark
What happened to all the Impalas? Niggas ridin' around in go-karts
Niggas used to send direct shots, now they throw darts
Rap niggas paintin' they nails, I don't want no parts
'Cause I was part of the cohorts that turned Compton into a snow park
And we can erase the commas now that the money is out in the Ozarks
Niggas can't even rhyme (Rhyme), and I put that on my 9 (9)
I put somethin' on your mind just for thinkin' you were so smart
Take a picture with a Compton courthouse and put it on a postcard
And send it to your mama, sincerely, the Coast Guard (Gangsta)
Hunters and collectors all come out at night
Hunters and collectors never see the light
Hunters and collectors all come out at night
Hunters and collectors never see the light
When I came in, wasn't no YouTube, barely internet, no Bluetooth
Just me ridin' around Compton lookin' for somethin' that I can shoot through
Couple red rags, some blue too, twenty inches on that new coupe
Excited gangbangers lookin' in awe just 'cause I knew Snoop
Had me a couple dollars, that Aftermath check got blew through
Start zippin' up Gucci sweatsuits, gave the lil' homies my FUBU
And I was still strapped up, on the home court, at the Drew too
I'm just paintin' a picture for you niggas, when they drew, I drew too
And who knew? You knew, like Uno, I draw four
Any color, pull your card, Mexican Mafia your car doors
Triple beams, red beams, light you up like Star Wars
Disrespect the red team, I will break you down like cardboard
Put your body so far
Your mama bent out of shape just like a crowbar
Open the door and see your head inside a Goyard
Fuck your bitch in your car then burn it at the boat yard
Then drag it out to sea, a busy week for the Coast Guard (Gangsta)
Hunters and collectors all come out at night (Heavy is the head that wears the crown)
Hunters and collectors never see the light
Hunters and collectors all come out at night
Hunters and collectors never see the light
Head Of State lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
What would you do with twenty-four hours?
To change the world
To correct the state of affairs
No blue or red states
No politicians politickin'
Just you and the decisions you make
If I was president for a day, I'd make the racism go away
I'd make the Snap cards an Amex
Give every homeless person a blank check
Wipe the student loans, make college free
Grab all the foster children, tell 'em, "Follow me"
To a place that they can call home
Give every nigga in jail a cell phone
If I was president for a day
That's twenty-four hours with no gun spray
A presidential pardon for Larry Hoover
And no neighborhoods fightin' with the Hoovers
No secret service, let my niggas be all the shooters
Caravan and bulletproof G-wagons through the city, that's how we maneuver
Out the sunroof with a black fist
Ain't no fiends in sight, ain't no crack, fent'
Just some chronic smoke through a crack vent
No police chases and today, nobody hopped over the back fence
I'd paint the White House red
No press secretary speeches 'cause I said what I said
If I was president for a day, I'd make the poverty just go away
I'd make the Snap cards an Amex
Give every homeless person blank checks
Wipe the student loans and make college free
Grab all the foster children, tell 'em, "Follow me"
To a place that they can call home
Give every nigga in jail a cell phone (Gangsta)
If I was president for a day
If I was president for a day (Gangsta Grillz)
Drop the Epstein files with no edits
Let niggas buy cribs with no credit
All the wars going on, we gon' dead it
Amazon planes full of food and guess where they headed
Pallet after pallet dropped in Sudan and Gaza
And defund ICE and tell them this is for La Raza
Let the immigrants roam 'cause me casa su casa
No manmade hurricanes, just clear skies for the rosters
Meet with Russia and China 'til we on the same roster
Crown me king of the world, Mansa Musa, Mufasa
If they do a movie on me, I'm getting Michael B. Jordan
Go from the neck down and I can't forget the Jordans
If I was president for a day
I'd make all the cancer fade away
I'd turn the CashApps to Amex
Give every homeless person blank checks
Free all the guys 'til the guys free
Give 'em Hellcats and tell 'em, "Godspeed"
Put a million dollars in that collection plate
No matter your section, ain't no Section 8
If I was president
The Assassination Of Candace Owens lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
What does the truth matter?
And why you gon' be truthful with me when you lie to everybody else?
Lie to me, smile
Treat me the same way you would treat him
I can't treat you the way I treat him (You must)
You must
Truth is, people love to be lied to
And they wouldn't believe it happened if it happened and they were sittin' right beside you
Fantasy world, fantasy world
'Bout a thousand people die for every diamond and pearl
That mean bodies stacked high as condos from Sudan to the Congo
If I train you niggas today, will I go out like Alonzo?
Monte Carlo withered with hollows, gargling blood that I can't swallow
And you know, soon as rappers die, they get a couple million follows
What's the infatuation with violence?
I mean, gunshots loud, but at funerals, all of a sudden, we get silent
Land of the tyrants, where murder spread like a virus
And life is a bowling alley, and we just in this bitch with Iverson
Just young thugs, whoopty-doo, no biggie, no bets to Iverson
No common sense, just empty bottles of lean we swan divin' in
But I blame the media, this cancer we live and dyin' in
And you only get one life, you can't erase this shit and try again
Do you believe?
This is America
This is America
Let that woman speak her truth and I will love her like my mama
Love her like Kamala, love her like Obama
Truth is, truth hurts
It's like a neck shot, who really killed Charlie Kirk?
And his body is not yet settled in the dirt
Why you carryin' on like that? Are you a André 3000 verse?
We live in an era where niggas twerk
We live in an era where niggas pull wallets up out they purse
But I was raised on Zion and Nas, I Am...
If I'm lyin', throw me in a den with the lions and five YNs
Either way, behind these bars is shots flyin'
Decapitate you so-called GOATs without tryin'
Go head-to-head with CNN while bumpin' CNN
Leavin' France, I'm still alive, some I won't see again
Speak my truth until I'm in the position she is in
Moral to the story, be cautious who you believin' in
Do you believe?
This is America
God bless America (Gangsta)
God bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night, with the light from above
Left Out lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Je ne me sens pas exclue
C'est presque l 'heure du jeu
Le documentaire trois est en bouche
Game's back (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Nigga, fuck your cookout, fuck your cousin
Nigga, fuck your dressin', fuck your stuffin'
Nigga, brace yourself, the Russians comin'
Turn the oven on four-fifty and bust your muffin'
Nigga, fuck your album, we don't wanna hear it
I'm speakin' in tongues, I got the spirit
I'm flyin' Spirit, I'm good like that (Gangsta)
I'm landin' in Haiti, I'm hood like that
I wake up daily just tryna die
Only discomfort with it is seein' my mama cry
If my mama cries, homicide
And if my kids see that, they traumatized
Just had a new son, push him back in
'Cause I don't want him to pay for my sins
The West on fire, I smell the burnt skin
The Daytons will spin again
I ain't feelin' left out, nigga
I ain't feelin' left out
I ain't feelin' left out, nigga
I ain't feelin' left out (Gangsta Grizzillz)
I ain't feelin' left out
Nigga, fuck you, nigga, who said you him?
Fuck both you niggas, now nobody wins
You followin' trends, I'm goin' with the wind
I don't wanna hang with you niggas, my arm in the rim
And what's a Vince Carter to Kobe, nigga?
Even after I dodge, you can't hold me, nigga
Stop callin' me bro, we ain't homies, nigga
And if you live on the coast, you owe me, nigga
For all the things I showed you niggas
You ain't Tyrese, you Jody, nigga
All that snoopin' around, must be the veggies
I'm the only one pistol whippin' legends
Already pulled the trigger when I said it
'Cause I just mixed the liquor with Excedrin, uh
Hop in the car with mic conception
Kill him with my leg spin, mm
I ain't feelin' left out, nigga
I ain't feelin' left out
I ain't feelin' left out, nigga
I ain't feelin' left out (Gangsta Grizzillz)
I ain't feelin' left out
The king of the west (Yes, uh-huh)
The king of the west (Yes, uh-huh)
The king of the west (Yes, uh-huh)
The king of the west (Yes)
I ain't feelin' left out
Blood Tears lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & Mozzy
As far as pain that I felt
I kept that pain to myself (Shout to Mozzy)
Legendary
As far as pain that I felt, I kept that pain to myself
I took 'em trips to the 'net, I bust that play by myself
Bool with the cards I was dealt, I seen my dog get the belt
I pop these pills 'cause it help, just tint the lens on the Delt'
I hit your line about Bill and you declined it, I smell it
We grew up slimy, rebellious
Ain't celebrate him when he died 'cause 'fore he died, he was tellin'
It's hella times tried to tell him, "You don't thug how we thug
You ain't committed like we is 'cause you don't love how we love it"
[?] then fuck it, double-pumpin', we bustin'
Ran up M's out of nothin', hate seein' mama 'nem suffer
Do this shit for my brothers, starvation and hunger
HGM or it's nothin' until that man call my number
Far as pain that I felt, a gold chain would just melt
No co-de, just OG, I bloodstained it myself
Me and Mozzy go body for body, homi' for homi', homie for homie
Power struggle, ghost you niggas and double the [?]
I make the Timbs [?] long as A$AP Yams
Good in every hood, I go wherever the Maybach can
I'm 'bout my M and M's, know how many times I played backstand?
Learned from experience, bleach clean better than Ajax can
Smoke some indo, drop the window of that gray-black Benz
On nigga shit to Jigga shit, you know they hate Black men
I put the hood on, same hood I sprayed MAC-10s
It feel like I was next to Huey P. way back when
Cracked the code, so you know who really brought crack in
Your mind free even when your torso trapped in
My eyes see bloodlust, bloodshed, blood tears
Left the bandana at home and
As far as pain that I felt
I kept that pain to myself
Far as shit that I seen
Nightmares put the belt to your dreams
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
I light this bitch up like Times Square after Thanksgiving
Know many how many niggas I helped put on with no thanks given?
Fuck flowers, send a hundred thousand, ain't gotta announce it
I watched shooters get chopped down while the ball still bouncin'
Still got G-Unit money and we all still countin'
Even though I got hit with the pound, I never lost them ounces
Never was stiff, I ran around, had to get off them couches
Sick of seein' my mama cry when we was off them vouchers
Before Dre found me, I had my students 'round me
Showed 'em how to break a pound down like it was ground beef
I was Charlamagne Tha God [?]
A young J, nobody gettin' off the rock this hard
Doordash for more cash, we don't knock at all
I never stumbled, never fumbled, never dropped that ball
Band for band, hand to hand in front of cops and all
So ain't shit that you could tell us 'bout these blocks we on
So Contagious lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & Latoiya Williams
This the one they was waitin' for
Beats, drugs, and life
Tribe called best to ever do it
Game spittin' game
Drama bringin' up
You know
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Uh, we could start from the top and let it trickle down
Circle all of my opps and then spin around
I put the key in the Glock and let it spit around
While the homies circle your block, who in a pickle now?
Niggas talk that talk but never wan' walk it
And tell 'em shut they fuckin' mouth whenever blood talkin'
Leave 'em in a pool of blood 'til they put blood in blood coffin
Smokin' that vampire blood, yeah, blood
Switches and clips, niggas get hit, bitches get nipped
Tough niggas duck down, we leanin' like scissors and shit
Choppers on tour and they singin' like SZA and shit
Keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin' like RZA and shit
Thirty-six chambers for niggas, somethin' in the chamber for niggas
Mystikal, screamin' danger for niggas
I'm just a product of my projects
Givin' you food for thought that you can digest
So contagious when I wake up in the morning
I can feel the sun is blazing, so it make niggas feel angry
And frustrated, so contagious
No escaping this life, it's so contagious
So contagious, la-la-la
Bring it to you live in livin' color
We are not the Wayans and I am not your fuckin' brother
But when your bars raise niggas and you raise the bar on niggas
And they try to defend theyself, you gotta take the bar on niggas
Niggas Suge Knight on they socials, but mumble rap when they approach you
Say that shit with your chest, fuck all them DOC vocals
Got my Glock inside the mobile, scratch the numbers like sudoku
I'm the king of New York, meaning you niggas all local
I'm the king of LA, I walk around this shit like Goku
In an orange jumpsuit, if that's the shit I gotta go through
I mold you niggas like it's '02, nigga
Then you stopped givin' thanks, now you soulful, nigga
Can't let bygones be bygones when niggas think they guideline
Dive for the pylon if that's the Lauryn Hill you wanna die on
Truth be told, I'm just a product of my projects
Givin' you food for thought that you can digest
So contagious when I wake up in the morning
I can feel the sun is blazing, so it make niggas feel angry
And frustrated, so contagious
No escaping this life, it's so contagious
So contagious, la-la-la
Every Movie Needs a Trailer
Watch what come next
Shout out to Mike & Keys
Mama ain't raise no fool
Mama ain't raise no fool
I want what's for me (I want what's for me)
I want the world (I want the world)
I want the diamonds (I want the diamonds)
You keep the pearls (You keep the pearls)
'Cause mama ain't raise no fool (No fool, mama)
Mama ain't raise no fool (Ooh)
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Just Like Me lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys
Turn me up some
You ever had a dream, then you turned it into reality?
(Gangsta)
Yeah, I know
If so, then you just like me
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Drama
Bandana on, so I feel like a bandit
'64 leanin' while a nigga in transit
Any misunderstandin', you get stripped where you standin'
You can throw it in the sky, but, nigga, watch where you land it
This ain't no Death Row, but still, you get stranded
Niggas out here lost in the city of scammers
Smile for the coroner, these pictures is candid
Somethin' wrong with his head, he like Aaron Hernandez
So fuck all this patriotic shit niggas talkin' 'bout
We walk 'em out and chalk 'em out after the heart come out
I'm a killer and my mama know this
Olde English to the head and I ain't wastin' a sip
If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight
And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice (Tell 'em)
And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted
And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it
And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented
All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it
And you got it out the mud and you made it out the trenches
And you beat a life sentence
Then you just like me (Gangsta Grizzillz)
You just like me
Welcome to Killa-for-N-I-A
Where niggas fuck around and be MIA
Switch the rules to the game, nigga, when I play
My lil' homies move anybody when I say
They can move a U-Haul like crew bars for Converse and new drawers
We bond first and shoot off, we break more than a few laws
Stomp a nigga 'til he purple like we Q-Dogs
When we was real active, only pass was for Snoop Dogg
My mama hated I was a Blood, see?
It took a platinum album for her to love me
And she never came to see me after I got shot
She said, "You too hardhead and you chose the wrong block" (Dang)
If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight
And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice
And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted
And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it
And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented
All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it
And you got it out the mud and you made it out the trenches
And you beat a life sentence
Then you just like me (Gangsta)
You just like me
Scheme lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & O.T. Genasis
Now, if you ask me (Truthfully)
Shit's been soft since the West came through and crushed the buildings
Oh, well
It's the impossible, ghetto gospel, flow colossal
Out LaBrea Tar Pits with tennis shades on the fossils
Get hostile, red Impala hittin' the pothole
Three-wheel motion with chronic up in my nostrils
I hit a '64 switch with my eyes closed
Hit the 110 whenever the four-five close
I'm serious, when my bandana bleed
It's like a bitch havin' cramps the first day of her period
Weak-ass niggas tryna infiltrate the town
Dealin' Jeromey, it's like I'm ridin' with Dogg Pound
When I'm in New York, I got the craziest hoes
Niggas in every borough, far as the radius goes
When I'm in the A, I'm Mr. Keep-A-Bitch-On-Her-Toes
And cop a cold with two chains wrapped in infinite gold
But in the city, we want every stitch in your clothes
Run your motherfuckin' pockets since you trickin' on hoes
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout the politics
Got an NY hat, two N's, I'm from Naughty Crip
All my niggas level four, I know they proud of this
Real shooter, wide eyes, know I hardly miss
Wear a seatbelt, a nigga gon' crash out
Got too many points, he probably gon' max out
Talkin' 'bout shit that I know he ain't
He a shooter in the street, but a bitch in the holding tank
Four-man cell, I'm in Denver row
See Jugg in my bunk, I'ma let him know
I'm a set tripper, big Cripper, ho flipper
Olde English 4-0 sipper
Cuz, try to play me like a Genesis
Sock him in the jaw, let the lil' homies finish him
Cuz, I take this bottle to the face
Then I'm slidin' everything, put the city on skates
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Livin lyrics - The Game, DJ Drama and Mike & Keys (feat. Hayley Williams)
It's been a pleasure
Ain't it fun
Living in the real world?
Somethin' legendary
Ain't it good
Being all alone?
Every Movie Needs a Trailer
DJ Drama
Pack to the back, six folk to the front
California breeze like a match to my blunt
Knock-knock, who is it? It's your neighborhood chuck
And I'm not from the cities, but I gotta give it up
And show you how to survive in South Central
It's all mental, and it's not by luck
You gotta put on for your city, gotta put on your kids
That's just how it is when you got Compton across your ribs
You gotta carry your coast even when it get heavy
I just lift it back up like the switches on my Chevy
From the rag to the drop, all gold on the rims
Westside nigga gone with the wind
Ain't it fun
Living in the real world?
Ain't it good
Being all alone?
I got the women, the weed, the palm, the tree
If you see me in traffic, homie, the chronic on me
You know the 'Woods get twisted, hair get braided
Chucks get laced from Malibu to Long Beach
Snoop, what up, Loc? It's your YG
Tell these niggas I'ma B-L-double-O-D
And it ain't where you from, it's where you at
I be out in Paris still rockin' my Dodger hat
Like this (Like this), like that (Like that)
Westside, a lil' louder for them people in the back
From California with love, you in the club with a thug
Ain't nobody gettin' in with a strap
Ain't it fun
Living in the real world?
Ain't it good
Being all alone?
And like that?
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
We gone
Game, holler at me
Round two
Backfade lyrics - The Game & Big Hit
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
Mason jar with the Branson in it
Two-tone Maybach, look like I spent a nigga whole advancement in it
New York bars on a Compton nigga
Mobbin' through Laguardia, he back and this time, he brought a monster with him
Big Hit on some big hits, poppin' big shit
Rag brighter than the lady gremlin lipstick
Right pocket on some opposite-of-Crip shit
Stuff half and let the rest bleed like my wrist slit
Land of the misfits
Where we never miss a court date, but we miss Neighborhood Nip's shit
If I ain't bangin' this shit, I'm bangin' his shit
Hit produced it, I wrote it, and nigga, we ain't mix shit
And I'm still in the streets with it
Somewhere between the 105 in the middle of the beef with it
Eat with it, sleep with it
Point me out in a lineup, yup, he did it
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
Told Game just gimme the sign, just point him out and he gon' die
I'm rushin' niggas like rushers, L-Gang, fuck repercussions
Nigga, it's nothin', I'll sock you out, stomp you out, knock you out
Max you out like a stolen credit card, nigga
What's happenin'? P the Rollie, blood, leave the Rollie
Cleats to his face, nigga, meet the goalie
His nigga ran up, then I stole him
On PDL, 'bout to bleed 'em, homie
Nah, blood, I ain't cut, but I'm cut like that
L-Gang, nigga bust, I'ma bust right back
I keep one in the chamber 'til I'm the one in the chamber
Like the beats on the rest of this album, nigga, we bangers
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
Bang Freestyle lyrics - The Game & Big Hit
We all know niggas that's hard at seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'
You like, "Nigga, wait a minute, nigga
You angry at breakfast, nigga?
You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is—"
Stuck in this shit, my nigga
Blood in, blood out
Woo, woo, hm
Life fucked up
Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'
I'll bang 'til the banging's gone
I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs
I bang for the gangsta hoes
I bang for Pasadena rose
I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone
I chose to bang when I R-A-P
I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef
I bang that heat, I bang for free
I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks
I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea
I put the B in B-A-N-G
Been bangin' ever since a baby G
Before I walked, I banged on my knees
I'll bang with nines, I bang one time
I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine
I bang when I grind, I bang and shine
I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers
I bang baby mothers
I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother
I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter
From the city of roses
Where they go to bang, bang, bang
From the top to the low end
All we do is bang, bang, bang
Come through hittin' corners
All you hear is "bang-bang-bang"
For all my fallen soldiers
We can go bang, bang, bang
I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks
Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax
I banged up my son so hard, he banged back
In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts
Love bangin' so much, this banger need help
When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself
I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps
I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak
With twenty one-eight-sevens, I'm labeled Banger of the Week
For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these
I bang with ease when I'm off them trees
I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV
It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call
Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all
Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall
Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe
Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place
While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face
Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake
Bang, escape without a trace
Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best
If I don't bang, this banger don't rest
A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'
I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin
Bullshit ain't nothin'
From the city of roses
Where they go to bang, bang, bang
From the top to the low end
All we do is bang, bang, bang
Come through hittin' corners
All you hear is "bang-bang-bang"
For all my fallen soldiers
We can go bang, bang, bang
I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter
I bang to survive where gangbangin' started
When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'
Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'
Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang
I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain
Then I banged two bitches last night
From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night
Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain
Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain
Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain
And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain
Black thoughts, but the lights be on
Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on
Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on
I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone
I'm bangin'
This dedicated to the homie Welo
Big Welo, my nigga
Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher
Real Summer Street hustler
Woo-woo
Tip-top, my nigga
L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang
We love you, bloody
You was right, my nigga
This motherfucker a hit
PDL, PDL
Cutthroat lyrics - The Game & Big Hit (feat. TeeFLii)
(Hit-Boy)
[TeeFLii:]
Cutthroat
Cross all this for sure
But you're still my bro
Still my bro
Cutthroat
Cross all this for sure
Still my bro
[The Game:]
I don't play with niggas
Never leave home without the K for niggas
Got Goliath for you David niggas
I'm really fresh, I won't even smoke a J with niggas
And can't nobody outrap me, nope, not even your favorite niggas
Out-of-town rappers on the 'Gram in LA with niggas
But when it go bad, don't call my phone, I ain't savin' niggas
Jesus died for your sins
So why you leave so much room for the devil to slide in?
Half a cup of lean mixed in with the Sprite
Play, "Fuck them other niggas," the whole club gon' fight
Yeah, bottles up, hoes down
From Daygo all the way to Oaktown
Red bandana right side of my Chrome Hearts
Had to take the Benz 'cause the Lamborghini won't start
It been sittin' too long like these starched khakis
Ball on you niggas like it's March Madness
She said a nigga too
[TeeFLii:]
Cutthroat
Cross all this for sure
But you're still my bro
Still my bro
Cutthroat
Cross all this for sure
Still my bro
[Big Hit:]
It's so brazy
My homies actin' so shady
And family ain't no better, always thinkin' shit gravy
But kids so junky, but blood be cakin'
Saved niggas lives, but niggas never thanked me
Who with me in the struggle? On God, we 'bout to bubble
But more riskin' life, callin' plays in a huddle
Fuck we beefin' over? Fuck we funkin' for?
We ain't even got enough bread to bury lil' bro
God, please don't let me starve, I really don't wanna rob
Really wasn't tryna scrap 'til I heard 'em call me slob
Like a frog, jumped up, super loced out Blood
You know the odds when you're in sight a whole pack of dogs
The Bible said it's like puttin' coals to fire on your head
A gang of niggas owe me, but I still give 'em bread
Mama's always said, "Why you fool with them hood niggas?"
Said, "I don't know, guess I just see the good in niggas"
[TeeFLii:]
Cutthroat
Cross all this for sure, all this for sure
But you're still my bro, but you're still my (Still my bro)
Still my (Still my bro)
Still my (Still my bro)
Woah (Still my bro)
The Game Won't Stop lyrics - The Game & Big Hit
The game won't stop, real niggas is gon' clock
Now watch your boy cop an all-red six drop
The game won't stop, just gotta shake the cops
And shake them gold diggers and them leeches off your jock
The game won't stop, different water, same pot
The game remain the same, different players on the block
The game won't stop, the goal is get to the top
The only rule of trappin' is stackin', not gettin' knocked
My daddy dead and my mama dyin'
On my daughter, I'm just out here tryin'
On my sons, nigga done with cryin'
Told my girl after 2024, I'ma sip this last cup of Henny slow, then I'm done with lyin'
Tryna wife somethin' 'fore I get life or somethin'
For all the nights I rented shit and left the Chrysler runnin'
Livin' on the edge 'cause my granny said Christ was comin'
Do I pray? For my kids, that's about it
Me against the world, I'm out here on some Pac shit
Apocalypto, die fast, live slow
Burgundy Maybach valeted outside the crib though
Far as me and Hit go, the flame still lit, so
Niggas could never box us in, we like the Klitschkos
Game time is what the Chopard on my wrist show
Still sippin' a forty 'cause I started my shit in Frisco
The game won't stop, real niggas is gon' clock
Now watch your boy cop an all-red six drop
The game won't stop, just gotta shake the cops
And shake them gold diggers and them leeches off your jock
The game won't stop, different water, same pot
The game remain the same, different players on the block
The game won't stop, the goal is get to the top
The only rule of trappin' is stackin', not gettin' knocked
I told them niggas I don't bleed, but my Impala do
Run up on this bitch like my daddy'll teach me how to shoot
I don't give a fuck 'bout much
Fuck an opp, I will never be intimidated by such
I been in NY in 40 Belows when it was forty below
Out of town, so I kept the forty below
Ran through twenty-five mill' before twenty-five
And could've ended a few lives, but I let niggas slide
Could've been the snake's head in my own RICO
God bless my nigga Fraud for givin' these young niggas the cheat code
From West Coast to East Coast, Game got CDs sold
From Limewire to Spotify, I been in beast mode
I'm only here so I don't get fined
Fuck a platinum plaque, the spot got raided, had to ditch mine
Quarter million on a lawyer, so I skipped time
Since the not guilty, life been colorful like 6ix9ine
The game won't stop, real niggas is gon' clock
Now watch your boy cop an all-red six drop
The game won't stop, just gotta shake the cops
And shake them gold diggers and them leeches off your jock
The game won't stop, different water, same pot
The game remain the same, different players on the block
The game won't stop, the goal is get to the top
The only rule of trappin' is stackin', not gettin' knocked
Game won't stop
Game won't stop, real niggas is gon' clock
Me against the world
Game won't stop
Game won't stop
Far as me and Hit go
Flame still lit, so
Niggas could never box us in
Game won't stop
Game won't stop, real niggas is gon' clock
Me against the world
Crisis lyrics - The Game, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY
(Jansport J)
It's a struggle, my nigga
(Hit-Boy)
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much but stack chips and write hits
Get streamed by your bitch
Put smoke in the sky
Bumpin' do or die
I run the enterprise
Wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side
I'm rubbin' on her thigh, I forgot how we met
If we did do a scene, it'd be rated triple X
I like Mary J. Blige, getting a great massage
It cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live
Every time I see a car lot, I go inside
It's crazy that I got my own label like Clyde
It's crazy that I got my own label like Ja
You know I had a life before you, girl, why you cryin'?
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much, the kid just layin' in the cut
Ain't no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched
Nigga try to catch up, where I'm goin', ain't no fun
Where you goin' ain't no guns, ain't no hatin', ain't no lovin', ain't no zaza
No Hennesy, no Blood, Crips, no enemies
My frenemies act finicky, on L gang, I'm went in, G
Hit-Boy and Big Hit, yup, we in this bitch
You addicted to that real hip-hop, come get your fix
He grew up in bull spittin', I grew up in hard phrases
Gut clenchin', heart wrenchin', burnt out on blood spillin'
Stay on the mission, what the fuck I got to live for?
Huh, I guess the same shit that I kill for
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much but yank the 911 clutch
Feel like I'm above the law, word to my nigga Big Hutch
I don't do much but fuck bitches you can't touch
The ones who pussy so good, you let 'em leave hair in your brush, uh
Pour some Don with my nigga DOM
Like Big Hit's last bid, shit, it done been some time
Let the Daytona spin like the shrooms
That a bunch of bad bitches took in a overcrowded room
I don't do much but smoke Gelato
Shiesty on like I'm hidin' from my family and just won the lotto
Heard Cardi single, I might slide, full throttle
If she never see it, fuck her, the nigga really wanted Latto
Live my life on the edge, broken bottles
Draco leanin' on the wall like I'm from Southside Chicago
But I'm just a Compton nigga with a attitude
Rappin' over my sixtieth Hit beat, that's Nip's gratitude
Yeah, Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, The Game, nigga
Hit-Boy on the beat, killin' shit as always, haha
Happy Ru Year lyrics - The Game & Big Hit
[The Game:]
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
[Big Hit:]
Happy Ru Year, L gang through the spear
Went straight through his ear, pick 'em straight up on a tear
Sneaky motherfucka, gotta watch blood
Iffy motherfucka 'bout to pop blood
On pops, blood, I got hot slugs
On God, got the plug on the blocks, blood
This shit ain't nothin', blood done pumped up, stuntin'
Been frontin' lil' cuz so much work, blood buggin'
I don't do no pussy footin', I blow smoke on you niggas
Throw coke on you niggas, now y'all some dope niggas
Niggas beg, I don't hit 'em up with somethin' proper
I just laugh, hit 'em up with somethin' proper
I been taught since a youth how to duck 'em and weave 'em
Pray to never trust a bitch, just fuck 'em and leave 'em
Niggas act like this paper just fell in my palms
Like I ain't never scrape up, the gun fell in my palms
Hell nah, I ain't stuntin', blood, I never had nothin'
Servin' counterfeit substance, stackin' up somethin'
Ain't no bluffin', I'm cuffin', if it's slippin', it's me
Ain't no fakin', if it ain't makin' money, miss me
Not your average G, took advantage of things
Then advance into corporate world, managing things
Y'all don't like it, could tell 'cause you ain't so excited
Hope I fall in the hands of the law-indicted
Wishful thinkers, I know you niggas hate me deep
Hopin' that the nigga Chauncey never wake when he blink
But oh no, not me, another mornin', I'm free
With my lungs filthy, off the purplest trees
Niggas don't wanna be the big part of the picture
Can't reject, I made it hectic and hard for you niggas
[The Game:]
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
Step off the porch like it's an S on my chest
Flesh of my flesh like Dark Man X
Teflon vest and that's just for the pocket, look
Plus I took the same amount of shots that nigga Pac took
Grimey, ski mask but he don't ski
Fuck havin' cameras in the crib, I just want sleep
Tear gas under doors where the dro seep
Tables do turn, now we in the field, four deep
On a mission, with the V-12 hissin'
Clips get to clickin' when my name get mentioned
Cartier frames got blood lookin' nerdy
Try not to scare the hoes, but I'll do a nigga dirty
He wanted smoke, said a lil' red birdie
Now look at 'em, all stiff, obituary all wordy
Had his niggas lined too, but its bool though
Party in the 'Dena, Big Hit, you a fool, bro
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
Body For Body lyrics - The Game & Big Hit
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
Ayy, Hit
I'm pressin' niggas like khakis
I'm active with ratchets, attack you
Pull up yellin' "What's brackin', nigga?"
I'm back with the ruckus
You silly motherfuckas thought it was over 'til that red Rover slid with the slimes in it
All this madness 'cause your mouth had a dime in it
Long as my Rollie got time in it
I'ma spin the block, Draco whistlin' like it got wind chimes in it
Body outside of his car, but his mind in it
I ain't scared of jail, nigga, I done did some time in it
My cousin got twenty-five to life and lost his mind in it
Solitary do that to niggas, so I'ma go out
A hundred round drums, if I'm surrounded, I'ma show out
Impala with the top back, Desert Eagles cocked back
Throwin' shots back 'til my 'nati fitted drop back
M12, if it's a vest on earth that can stop that
Bury me a G, put me where my opps at
We goin'—
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
I'm just a street dog, I could kill an alley cat
I smell you alley rats, shit your draws when you felt that cap
I'm full speed ahead when I'm after that bread
When I throw that lead, know I'm after your head
Better duck when I dump, blood, you'll end up slumped
Have your noodles messed up with somethin' like big chunks
Niggas always run they mouth 'til I run in they house
Turn that yapper to a fan, start airin' it out
While you sittin' on the couch, I redecorate
In 3D, watch your body separate
Have your hands on the floor, your legs on the glass
Have your face on the wall like an African mask
All the pistol grip pumps with the fifty-round drum
Shit'll split ya wig, have ya screamin', squealin' like pigs
Ain't no peace, I'm killin' all corrupt police
Murkin' everything movin', snitches, weirdos and freaks
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
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