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)