The Game - Church For Thugs (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [Verse 1]To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braidedCorn rolled by a L.A. bitchAnd I can't forgetMy niggas riding the train Yankee fittedThermals under that Pelle shitI love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shitAnd I'm proud of itSpit it through the wire so the crowd love itHaters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck itI can shoot a video to it and spend half the budgetI'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in publicMore hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores TuckerEvery time one of my niggas get shot the more I sufferCause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colorsI seen it all through the Range tintsGot niggas doing life in the state penSo I dread like JamaicansIf I die for one of my statementsThan break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal[Verse 2]Who I gotta talk to who I gotta writeGet my Reebok deal doneOr I'm stayin' in Air Nike'sAiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bikeTo peep game and his skill here go some training wheelsLet's rollThrough the city of godWhere LA niggas train to killChop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians willFor real naw Pharrell I need a track homieDre we to close aint no turning back homieDeal with it I'm a be here for ten yearsSpittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeahLet me paint this pictureWhile you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeahI spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tierThem white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gearAnd every nigga who ever helped me get here[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal[Verse 3]One brick, two brickThe boy moving weightNow three bricks, four bricksI'm driving upstateFive Bricks, six bricksThe nigga got cakeNot rap money, but money been rap since '88Look at the world we live inNiggas steady hate, to the heckler at KochLeave him chopped up like freddy's faceNiggas catching feelingsCause I'm about millionsAnd outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illestYou a close second nigga,A banana to a guerillaPut us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'emThe best of both worldsRapping and drug dealingRun and tell the chief I came to burn down the villageThe head honcho, staring out the third story windowOf my Beverly Hills condoWith two long ass heatsI call 'em Shaq and AlonzoYou niggas want me outta L.A.Yeah I know[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me upTalking that shit like they gon' lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me upTalking that shit like they gon' lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal
The Game - The Documentary (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2013-02-21 | [Boy talks to lady to start the song][Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]What happened in hip hopThat got pac and big shotThe thicks blocksNow every rapper claimHe let his clique popBut even myself tote a gunTo know the run then get shotIve been there beforeNow im fuckin with doc(Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers)If not i push rocksIntisipatin my encarcerationMedia think im fakin like masonBut when it comes to maseFuck r kelly i dont take it in the faceI find out who sprayed itAnd im putting you under the pavementNo buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save himIm far from religiousBut i got beliefs, so i putCannary yellow diamondsOn my jesus peaceI came back from the deadWithout a part of my chestLayed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrestI waited for 3 yearsWhile everyone else droppedNow i understand why NASDid a song with his pop[Chorus x2]Im ready to dieWithout a reasonable doubtSmoke chronic and hit itDoggy style before i go outUntil they sign my death certificateAll eyez on meIm still at it, illmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY[Verse 2]If i die my niggas, fuck itI did a song with Mary Blige, my niggasGot a hook from faithNo verse from JayI guess on westside storyHe thought i spit in his faceI told Ed Lover & Moni LoveI was talkin to JaWith that mayback lineIt was payback timeKeep fuckin with me niggaIll put you under meTake your car and trade it inFor eight 3 hundred C'sIf you cross my TI dodt your eyesYou'd do life in a cementaryI'll do mine with shyneCome home sit in the thrownWith my legs crossedAnd my air forceMiddle finger roughFuck the worldCause im fellin like puffWhen life after death hitMo' money, mo' problemsAnd i lost my best friendIm the second dopest niggaFrom compton u'll ever hearThe first nigga only put out albumsEvery 7 years (haha)[Game (Commentator)](You know what speakin of JayThat just makes me roll downNow your song westside story)Ohh Ohh(You got a line that saysDont wear throwbacksOr drive, ride in maybacks,Is that a shot at Jay?)Naa, i was talkin about Ja RuleYeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot ofRespect for JayYou know what im sayingI never take shots at legendsThats just something i dont do[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]Let me tell you why i do this shitIm a son of a gunCause moms was a hoover cripFirst day i got signedI had to prove i spitFreestyle with Busta Rhymes(son duck is sick)Told to Jay and Doc Dre.I could finally put the shoes onNow that the rumors of Rakim and cube goneThe q goneThey say truth hurtsChunk, like quick sandDont stop me in trafficAnd ask about hitmanI gotta restore the feelinIt crawled from under the rockAfter the dog poundCrushed the buildingsI got a family to feedIm the middle of 9 childrenWe can talk about a loanAfter i sell 5 millionIf i tell you i aint gameAnd i dont know Dre.You gonn do me like x-zibitAnd cut half of my face?I take all the creditFor putting the westBack on the mapIf you aint feelin thatGo sign Gorilla Black!!![Chorus x2]Im ready to dieWithout a reasonable doubtSmoke chronic and hit itDoggy style before i go outUntil they sign my death certificateAll eyez on meIm still at it, illmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY(DOCUMENTARY)
The Game - Start From Scratch (Ft. Marsha Ambrosius) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [Intro]AightWhat the fuck are you lookin at selfYou want a piece of meAhh man shitThe story of my life...[Verse 1]If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shitSame red bandana same 45thSame g wagon same hoodrat bitchWorkers in the kitchen cookin up my shitSame telephone booth same connectThat mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chestSame bloody t-shirt same addressSame dog food album bangin in my tape deckHomie if I could make 94 todayI'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.I would have told Pac not to stomp OrlandoTold puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandalI got too many dead homiesFuck a rap careerI'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tezSeem like we was jus' in magic city yesterdayIf I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...[Chorus]If I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right backIf I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right back[Verse 2]Homie if I could rewind the hands of timeI would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grindWho knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9I was 2 beeps away from a flatlineWhen you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shineDre said its my turnHe call it game time23" Lexanis bitches call 'em LeBronsI'd give my own life if I could change God's mindBring baby luny back at the drop of a dimeHe let off a whole kGot shot 1 timeThat was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 livesMy brother devon died coz he chased the catThis a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla backI got a confession to make its called paybackIf y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at[Chorus]If I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right backIf I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right back[Verse 3]I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and ThursdayWhen pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds layWould have told Vita to stay soberWhen niggas beg for mercyThat mean the beef is overTold meesh to take the porsche backDrive a roverTold slim hit reverse on that hardtop novaI would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldierSo I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulderMy life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motionI've been front to backSide to sideLevel my 6 4 frame outKeep on rollinKeep your family far away and your enemys closerPicture The Source suckin Benzino's dickTryna be the big fish in the pondYou know how them piranhas getYou dead when dat green line go flatIf you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that[Chorus]If I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right backIf I could start my life from scratchIf I could take away the pain off my pastIf I had another chance I would do just thatI'd give anything jus' to go right backGo right back.....
The Game - Put You On The Game (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [Verse 1]First things first (aftermath), the chronic is backThis is indo produced by timboGame ova, naw the nwa chain chokaIs burnin rubber inside the range rovaChain smokin, purple haze, this ain'tAnotha one of those this the rebirth of dreThe rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hopAnother memorial for makaveli and big popHold up, timb stop. I said this anotha memorialFor makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g!Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-unitsAll black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo50 cent know I'm comptons most wanted whenI'm ridin wit timbo[Chorus]Girl if you got a big back lemme bend thatShow me where ya friends at we can flip thatLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)I show you where the bloods at where the crips atShow you where they flip crack, where they bitch atLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)[Verse 2]I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the westIn the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, niggaI'm westcoastin. the next hova from the home ofThe best doja, makin all that racket, I got the u.s. openStunt on me I'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest brokenHop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g!I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news.I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6'sRed dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg howDo I stop? I'm hot[Chorus]Girl if you got a big back lemme bend thatShow me where ya friends at we can flip thatLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)I show you where the bloods at where the crips atShow you where they flip crack, where they bitch atLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)[Verse 3]My unit is gorilla, fuck with my la familia,I will kill ya. I know that boy not familia(r),But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em(is compton in the house?) without a doubtI'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about.You know the one that introduced new york toThe beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blueStrings in they g-units. get groupie luv,Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitchI let eve do it. unless she got on La PerlaAnd I can see through it, I don't just let her rideI give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed backIn the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain'tPassin through. I woulda been here afta snoop,But I slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit.[Chorus]Girl if you got a big back lemme bend thatShow me where ya friends at we can flip thatLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)I show you where the bloods at where the crips atShow you where they flip crack, where they bitch atLemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
The Game - Dont Need Your Love (Ft. Faith Evans) (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [The Game]Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one niggaI ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutterYo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga[The Game]I got shit on my chest, I must confessLast night I was the nigga that shot up your projectsNow I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the PyrexTan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checksI was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chromeMy pops left me in a foster homeI felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg goneSo I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homesI've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is realPut the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steelCome to Compton, I got stripes for realBefore Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killedLike 'Pac before the Death Row dealI got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggazBut karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gunThat's somethin I gotta teach my son[Chorus: Faith Evans]I don't need your love, no no no noI don't need your loveNeed it, I don't want it, I don't need itI don't need your love, no I don't need your loveI don't need your loveCause, the, game, don't, change[The Game]I heard they got Bloods in New York nowRed rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that loveFront court at the Knicks game, new chick, French nameNew car, new house, and sometimes friends changeAnd you don't need that love, when you G's like usAnd your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie'sAnd your life story is sim-u-lar to 50'sFirst they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you againWhat the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The SourcePlus them awards I don't needAnd them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleedWe don't drive the same speed, this a Continental TThat's a case of Armadale, this a continental suiteSo I'ma drown in my own sorrowsLive life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is[Chorus w/ variations + ad libs]I don't need your love, no no no noI don't need your loveNeed it, I don't want it, I don't need itI don't need your love, no I don't need your loveI don't need your loveCause, the, game, don't, change[The Game]I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed upSat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked PuffNow The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stonesDre cut me a check, I'm goneTryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throneBut I got nieces to feed, two coasts to pleaseSo I roam through the city like the ghost of EGotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to beNuttin between all my niggaz that's close to meIn the streets with two fellas packin toast for meI'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivotOn my block in the Coupe readin kites from prisonI got niggaz doin life in prisonAll my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquorSo this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni ShakurAnd all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war[Chorus - 2X w/ variations + ad libs]I don't need your love, no no no noI don't need your loveNeed it, I don't want it, I don't need itI don't need your love, no I don't need your loveI don't need your loveCause, the, game, don't, change
The Game - How We Do (Ft. 50 Cent) (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [Hook - 50 Cent]This is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some loveThis is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some love[Verse I - Game]Fresh like, unhh;Impala, unnhCrome hyrdraulics, 808 drumsYou don't want, noneNigga betta, runWhen beef is on, I'll pop that, drumCome get, somePistol grip, pumpIf a nigga step on my white Air, OnesSince red, rumReady here I, comeCompton, unhDre found me insdddddddddddddd the, slumsSellin that skunk, one hand on my gunI was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"Buck pass the bluntThese G-Unit girls just wanna have, funCoke and rumGot weed on the tonI'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unhI'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungsWhole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt[Verse II - 50 Cent]I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-ladeLow pro's so low look like I'm riding on bladesIn one year mang, a nigga's so paidI have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please meI give it to ya just how you like it, girlYou know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hipTeflon on my chestThey say I'm no goodCuz I'm so hoodRich folks do not want me aroundCuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop offSomebody gon' get laid the fuck outThey call me new money, say I have no classI'm from the bottom, I came up too fastThe hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cashBougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass[Hook]This is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some loveThis is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some love[Verse III - Game]I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-FourWhite walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbsHit one switch mang, that ass so lowCali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokesTouch me, tease me, kiss me, please meI give it to ya just how you like it, girlYou know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hipGold chain on my chest (Ah!)[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent][50 Cent]50, unhBentley, unhEm came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slumAutomatic, gunFuck 'em one-on-oneWe wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya doneHomie, it's Game time[Game]You ready? Here I comeCall Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunkIt took two, monthsBut Fifty got it doneSigned with G-unitHad niggaz like, "huh?"Don't try to frontI'll leave yo' ass, slumpedThinkin I'm a punkGet your fuckin head, lumpedFifty got a, gun[50 Cent]Ready here he comeGotta sick, vendettaTo get this, cheddaMeet my Ba, RettaThe dra-ma, settaSip Am-a, rettaMy flow sounds, bettaThan averageOn tracks I'm a savageI damageAny nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
The Game - Higher (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronicIt's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolexIt's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, WestsideIt's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton[Bridge]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 upI don't need that I'm riding wit DreWho don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs upWho the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buckhip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airsYou want war, we can settle it right hereI got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeahOr you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hairSit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right thereMatter fact I'll take you in the backyou in the hat, and you in the blue and the blackLets have a gangsta partySomebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortysYo 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 motherfuckin 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)[Bridge]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)[Game + (Snoop Dogg)]Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. didFrom the hood -liquor- store to the state penThis is gin and juicethe doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland bootsFirst nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupeYou wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch"Let it Burn" like Usher giirlDrop down, do the eagle, fuck thatReal niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirlMake 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitchI'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flickI got the lollipop if you wanna lickOr you can take a ride on the magic stick[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 motherfuckin 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)[Bridge]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)[Game]Put 25's on the hummer, why notI'ma be here for the next 10 summersDrop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they moneyI don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbersWhen that impala bounce you can see the chrome underI got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunnerWhen I hit a switch I get higher than long jumperslow ridin with a hood rat or a grown womanAnd I'll do anything but I won't fuck MariahEven if she had Ashanti butt naked in bedcause she got a forehead just like TyraI can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retiredLeft me in 6-4 his Dayton wiresThese niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet[Dr. Dre]Look out for Detox[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 motherfuckin 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)[Bridge]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 - Hate It Or Love It (Ft. 50 Cent) (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [50 Cent]YeaLet's take'em backUh huhComing up I was confusedMy mama kissing a girlConfusion occursComing up in a cold worldDaddy aint aroundProbably out committing feloniesMy favorite rapper used to singCheck, check out my melodyI wanna live good so shit I sell dopeFor a four-finger ringsOne of them gold ropesNana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coatIf I could move a few packsI get the hatNow that'll be dopeTossed and turn in my sleep that nightWoke up the next morningNiggaz done stole my bikeDifferent day, same shitAin't nothing good in the hoodI run away from this bitchAnd never come back if I could[Chorus][50 Cent]Hate it or love it the under dog's on topAnd I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop[The Game]Go'head'n envy meI'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going no whereSo you can get to know me[50 Cent]Hate it or love it the under dog's on topAnd I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop[The Game]Go'head'n envy meI'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going no whereSo you can get to know meG-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit[Game]On the grill of ma low riderGuns on both sidesRight above the gold wires I four-five'emKill a nigga on ma songAnd really do itThat's the true meaning of a ghostwriterTen g'z will take your daughter outta air forcesBelieve you me homie, I know all about lossesI'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautiousOne phone call, have your body dumped in MarcyI stay strapped like car seatsBeen banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley'sThat's ten yearsI told Pooh in '95I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95'sTold Banks when I met'em I'm a rideAnd if I gotta die, rather homicideI ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama diedNow I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob onSee how time fly?[Chorus][50 Cent]Hate it or love it the under dog's on topAnd I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop[The Game]Go'head'n envy meI'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going no whereSo you can get to know me[50 Cent]Hate it or love it the under dog's on topAnd I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop[The Game]Go'head'n envy meI'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going no whereSo you can get to know me[50 Cent]From the beginning to the endLosers lose, winners winThis is real we aint gotta pretendThe cold world that we inIt's full of pressure and painEnough of me nigga now listen to Game[Game]Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the benchNow I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make senseMy Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rentAnd she got a red bow on that brand new BenzWaiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the rangeThinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanesWhen there's kids starvingPac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbageI wanna know what's going on like I hear MarvinNo school booksThey use their wood to build coffinsWhenever I'm in a boothAnd I get exhaustedI think what if Marie Baker got that abortionI love you Ma[Chorus][50 Cent]Hate it or love it the under dog's on topAnd I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop[The Game]Go'head'n envy meI'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going no whereSo you can get to know me
The Game - Dreams (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | I woke up out dat coma, 2000 and 1Bout the same time Dre dropped 2000 and 1Three years later the album is doneAftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude Volume 1Rap critics politicinWanna know the outcome!Ready to die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in oneI feel like Pac, after the Snoop Dogg trial was doneDre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On MeI watched the death of a dynasty!So I told Vibe MagazineWorkin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"I had visions of makin' a classicThen my wall turned black,like I was starin outa Stevie Wonders glassesIt's kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye WestComin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin' and rappin'But, we da futureWhitney Houston told me that, it's gon take mo' than a bullet in the heart to hold me back[Hook]Blushin' in this 40 ounceLettin the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"Left Eye had a "DREAM!"So I reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"][Verse 2]I had dreams of fuckin' an R'n'B bitch like MyaWhen I saw dat ass on a front of that KingRead the article in a magazineShe loved gangsters, loved nasty thingsSo I'm the glass house havin' nasty dreams!Good girls neva' give it upBut anything is possible ,if 50 fucked VivicaHurdled life's obstacles,found my way through the mazeThen joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and MazeUsed to dream about bein' Unsigned HypeTill I was crushed my Dave Mase, almost let my pen fall asleep on a pageDaydreamin' yesterdayDozin' on offback stageI tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master JaySo I walked over heard Jam Master sayIt's a hardknock life, then you pass awayThey say sleep is the cousin' of deathSo my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath[Hook]Blushin' in this 40 ounceLettin' the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"Aalyah had a "DREAM!"Left Eye had a "DREAM!"So I reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"][Verse 3]The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' throughThe Dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you!Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit?Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagans shoesGave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my duesStarted of with Whoo Kid then I started blazin' ClueIt was all a Dream like BIG said it beDon't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to realityRap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravityStudied all the classic start revisin my strategyCuz Marshall Mathers made itCurtis Jackson made itHead in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gunWake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic NunThe War to be a rap legend has just begun[Hook]Blushin' in this 40 ounceLettin' the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"Aalyah had a "DREAM!"Left Eye had a "DREAM!"So I reached out to Kanye and "you are my dreeam!"[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"][At the end GAME talking:]This song is dedicated to Yutandey Price the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slainduring a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace!
The Game - Westside Story (Ft. 50 Cent) (Lyrics) TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [The Game]Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,And westside connection been had it locked bitch,I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,Fought that, not guilty I'm 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 your CA back,And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,All u old record labels trying to advance,Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,[chorus x2][50 Cent]If you take a look in my eyes,You see I'll be a gangster till I die,That California chronic got me so high,Game tell them where your from,Nigga westside![Verse 2][The Game]I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulicsRun up on my low-low you stop breathing,Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,Gang banging is real,Homie I'm living proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,And get the clicking and clacking,You'll homies will wanna know what happened,Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,Prior to rapping I was drug trafficinIn the dope spot playing John Madden,Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,If u wanna die run up on that black 745[chorus x2][50 cent]You see I'll be a gangster till I die,That California chronic got me so high,Game tell them where your from,Nigga westside![Verse 3][The Game]New York New York, big city of dreams,I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know 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 gangster 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 your roof,Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,I was an OG in the hood before I turned 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,I'm starting to feel the pressure,I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records[chorus x2] [50 Cent]You see I'll be a gangster till I die,That California chronic got me so high,Game tell them where your from,Nigga westside!
The Game - Intro (The Documentary) Lyrics TheGameMuisc123 2012-10-03 | [A Man]Alot of people are advocated that the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer. Thats only because you dont understand whats going to happen to you, you see its all just a game ladies and gentlemen, and the quality of your living depends entirely upon your ability to play the game,and i play the game.......
