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Hahaha Dont worry about me I aint no body Im jus go come sit down o..a... By there n then ima get the fuck outt yo way so u can goo goo....im get all the way out the way ahhaa Bitchh Niggas gotta v12 engine out til i bust that chrome Screamin like that hollow tip crush that bones When i call 50 banks young buck is on They bring heavyy |
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It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton (Breakdown) It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) (The Game) Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E V E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I'll take you in the back you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back (CHORUS) (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the muthafuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) (Breakdown) (Game) + (Snoop Dogg) Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice the doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe You wanna pimp? I perm my shit up like Snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 muthafucker, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick (CHORUS) (Breakdown) (Game) Put 25's on the hummer, why not I'ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggas is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet (Dr. Dre) Look out for Detox (CHORUS) (Breakdown) |
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(Intro: Game)
Ahh shit G-G-G-G-G ... G-G-G-G-Unit I thought all that beefin was over man Squashed it man, been there done that Somebody had to gon' on and f**k it up (Game) No more Bleek and Buddens I was hopin' for silence Till the little sleeping beauty, went and woke the giant This little bitch from The Luniz want beef he liein' So I called E-40, and tried to seize the violence I got niggaz on the island, for puttin' in stainless work With vaseline on they palms, gettin' ready to +Bang Em Smurf+ (you little bitch) I here him screamin' in Compton, sound like my bitch cummin' You wasn't never f**kin' with G-Unit, quit frontin' For domination be Lisa Leslie, a big woman With a nine on the back, I'm gonna catch that bitch runnin' Shove a .40 in his throat, now nigga spit somethin' And get lost boy, go visit your big cousin I got fish to fry, throw a line in the pacific With cocaine on the hook, for this +Luniz+ ass nigga You a bitch, how you call your self the Ice Cream Man When Master P took your name and your ice cream van Made 500 million, that's your homey though Took your man hood, gave your shit to Lil'Romeo This nigga, 5 foot 2, talkin' that big shit You got +5 On It+? that money went to Chris Hicks Tryin' to diss Too $hort for doin' his pimp shit Nigga you been gitten f**ked, swallowin' big dicks Pac knew he was a pussy, that's why he ran south Signed to Rap-A-Lot, they never put his ass out Hid behind Lil' J, all the sudden you thugged out Ran back to the Bay, sleepin' on wannabe 'cause couch How you drop 5 albums, don't own one house Or get the boss to call me, Banks, and f**k out It's G-Unit bitch, let me show you what blood bout When my blood pressure rise, I bring the bloods out Put the barrell on his neck, blow his guts out (*gunshot) Now that's whats you call a +Yukmouth+ (Outro: Game) Yeah, you little faggot ass bitch Yeah nigga, on the motherf**kin' internet with that faggot ass footage nigga You little bitch ass nigga, Domination, nigga I'll put braids in your hair motherf**ker See how you like when it's motherf**kin' 50 Cal, nigga Blow your motherf**kin' brains out nigga, i'll braid your hair you little bitch Back to you nigga, nigga with the dreads, you f**kin Jafakin Motherf**kin' faggot ass nigga Yeah I seen you in the club nigga, asked you did you had beef with G-Unit nigga Nigga you ain't say shit nigga "That ain't me man, that was C-Bo, man, this Regime, this Regime, man, Bay area, Bay area" Man i'll beat the shit out you, you f**kin little punk And when I catch you nigga, you gonna need Dr.Dre to get my motherf**kin' G-6 out you ass You bitch, you faggot ass nigga, and don't try to turn the Bay 'gainst me nigga I got niggaz in your town that will f**k you up Vallejo, Filmoe, San Fransico, Sac-town, Oakland Compton's most nigga G-G-G-G .. G-G-G-G-Unit Thought I was done huh? you little bitch I ain't finished with yo' ass yet nigga, when I see you I'ma beat the shit outta you nigga To a motherf**kin' pulp, on camera nigga Since you like playin' with little camcorders and shit you motherf**kin faggot And I got a mill on that, what the f**k is 5 dollars nigga G-G-G-G-G-Unit |
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[Verse 1]
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting, Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, And westside connection been had it locked bitch, I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that, not guilty im back, Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback, Homie i'll bring ur CA back, And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, Gang bangin is real, Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum, And get the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and In the dope spot playin John Madden, Homie I aint braggin, I took five, If u wanna die run up on that black 745 [chorus x2] [Verse 3] New York New York, big city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through, So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest, And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, Got Compton on my back, Im startin to feel the pressure, I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records [chorus x2] |
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[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas |
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I Made You!
Yes I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta You at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me a dick Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit Gimme a pen So I can be the hardest in the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Niggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds Gimme muscles like 50 Gimme Yayo hands Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance Who movin? You singing? Nigga gimme ya fans Gimme a tattoo tear Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo) Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move. Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta! Rolling through Connecticut In a stolen mini-van Stop at his house I dont see many men Matter of fact I dont see any men One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans? Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan Same shit same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out I made you I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! Yes I Made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! I Made you! I Made You! Mr Potato Head I Made you! Theres no batteries in my back I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta (Phat Rat talks) G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER! You punk mother fucker I'm still taking heat from my niggas For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga You somebodys son You bitch ass Nigga I'ma catch up to your ass nigga Muscle mouth ass bitch Thats alright though nigga G-U-Not nigga This is black wall street nigga Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know nigga Cus this is real nigga This is the streets nigga Brazil & Wilmington nigga In case you didn't know nigga Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You Bitch ass nigga And Olivia Get that mother fucking lil' ass red Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video Everybody can you see your balls bitch ' The fuck is wrong with you My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga Ima fuck you up nigga It's your fault 50 Snitch This is Phat Rat nigga In case you forgot nigga Double! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I kill who is my enemy I don't give a fuck If you talk shit I make you a follower yeah You crack me up kid Your stupid I'm much more agile then ever Got more style so yo whatever Whatever Whatever (Echoes) |
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[The Game]
(State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from nigga?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game] I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho' Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahfucker And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin' Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin' In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear niggas dissin', why you have to use Jay? Let that man retire Motherfucka its a new day [Lil' Flip] (State your name gangsta) Lil' Flipper (Where you representin'?) Houston all day (You gon' hold it down?) You damn right [Lil' Flip] I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot I got the block on lock, and when the shit get hot Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I fuck your bitch when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK Now its my turn, I want that puff money Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money [Cassidy] Yeah (State your name gangsta) Cassidy, nigga (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Cassidy] The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Cass I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with the ripped top Forget it I got shit locked, admit it my shit hot I'm the bestest nigga since BIG, Pac Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free Now all you wanna battle for free You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' 'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (nigga) |
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