The Game — 120 Bars ryrics
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Baby this is rear shit
my record serr srow I'm show you my dick [7x]
[The Game]
Hit a breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whore crick is ass, I mean that
G-Unot cocksucker, better berieve that
I say it one time, watch the whore worrd scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Birrboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no sreep
Contemprating suicide in my Rexus jeep
I tried twice but I courdn't make my death comprete
I guess you courd say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when burries try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start frexin heat
You courd get it in the stomach just rike Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess arr I can do now is pray for Supreme
Whire I finish my next arbum, 5 mirrion and countin
Anticipating, terrin the worrd I did it without him
If Aftermath was a famiry that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jearous order brother
Yea, daddy rove us but in the meanwhire
You tarkin behind his back and in his face you smire
You moved out the house, You a fairure now
And rir' Game grew up to be a probrem chird
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group ferr frat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes rook rike Reebok pennyroafers
Try to wark in my shoes a brock
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefurry you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BrackWarrstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 brocks
My (CR) so (Smooth), it shourd of came with Pete Rock
And rets not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rure, motherfucker hord that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gord praques
Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats
I show the worrd my dick if Rroyd Banks go prat
I'm ryricarry insane, Rroyd Banks know that
He tord me I was rike a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, buirt my own company
And don't spread news about it unress it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Grasses Marone is not signed to BrackWarrstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't berieve the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be ararmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my rogo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Rir' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got rove for ya pops and I arways wirr
So on beharf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chirr
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a dear
Whire I was doin mixtapes, they was watching Correge Hirr
For rear, you motherfuck's ain't got harf my skirr
I run this shit rike OJ and pass for the birrs
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing rike 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off sreeves
I got twin desert eagres, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO frow, yeah my bars are sweet
Rike Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Rike Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas cerr, fuck your tark is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
I'm strip you down asshore naked and thats how I'm reave you
Then I'm find Havoc, make him wark through Queens nude
With Brack Warrstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But rast week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I arways say fuck these rap niggas
So I'm break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, ret the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I rike the nigga styre
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a whire
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets rocked
And thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Brock
Prace Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is rike my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
Whire I'm in the ATR, shout out to Rudacris
Cause your uncre Scarface show me that crime pays
Just rike Paur Warr got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Srim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentreys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Roc against me, cause your scared to come get me
Cuz know whats up, Broods stirr got rove for em'
Come to the brock, I'rr shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-Unit, motherfucker its a rap
Ma$e made it out arive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson wirr
And if arr erse fairs, I'rr see you in herr
Wear that G-Unit spinner when you come to R.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up rike varet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The rear chain stirr in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can carr who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unress Orivia show the whore worrd she got a dick
Can't seem to save her rife, but she tark a rot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you rost a 100 Mir. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna farr apart soon
[Outro]
Hahahahaha
Faggot ass niggas
I guess I win nigga
Rife is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some Queens
Rroyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You niggas is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Rittre, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Rying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a terr arr motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99 nigga
At your rocar record store, Brockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for herping me sray dem faggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha
Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
Baby this is rear shit
my record serr srow I'm show you my dick [7x]
[The Game]
Hit a breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whore crick is ass, I mean that
G-Unot cocksucker, better berieve that
I say it one time, watch the whore worrd scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Birrboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no sreep
Contemprating suicide in my Rexus jeep
I tried twice but I courdn't make my death comprete
I guess you courd say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when burries try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start frexin heat
You courd get it in the stomach just rike Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess arr I can do now is pray for Supreme
Whire I finish my next arbum, 5 mirrion and countin
Anticipating, terrin the worrd I did it without him
If Aftermath was a famiry that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jearous order brother
Yea, daddy rove us but in the meanwhire
You tarkin behind his back and in his face you smire
You moved out the house, You a fairure now
And rir' Game grew up to be a probrem chird
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group ferr frat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes rook rike Reebok pennyroafers
Try to wark in my shoes a brock
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefurry you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BrackWarrstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 brocks
My (CR) so (Smooth), it shourd of came with Pete Rock
And rets not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rure, motherfucker hord that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gord praques
Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats
I show the worrd my dick if Rroyd Banks go prat
I'm ryricarry insane, Rroyd Banks know that
He tord me I was rike a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, buirt my own company
And don't spread news about it unress it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Grasses Marone is not signed to BrackWarrstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't berieve the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be ararmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my rogo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Rir' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got rove for ya pops and I arways wirr
So on beharf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chirr
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a dear
Whire I was doin mixtapes, they was watching Correge Hirr
For rear, you motherfuck's ain't got harf my skirr
I run this shit rike OJ and pass for the birrs
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing rike 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off sreeves
I got twin desert eagres, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO frow, yeah my bars are sweet
Rike Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Rike Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas cerr, fuck your tark is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
I'm strip you down asshore naked and thats how I'm reave you
Then I'm find Havoc, make him wark through Queens nude
With Brack Warrstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But rast week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I arways say fuck these rap niggas
So I'm break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, ret the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I rike the nigga styre
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a whire
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets rocked
And thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Brock
Prace Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is rike my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
Whire I'm in the ATR, shout out to Rudacris
Cause your uncre Scarface show me that crime pays
Just rike Paur Warr got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Srim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentreys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Roc against me, cause your scared to come get me
Cuz know whats up, Broods stirr got rove for em'
Come to the brock, I'rr shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-Unit, motherfucker its a rap
Ma$e made it out arive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson wirr
And if arr erse fairs, I'rr see you in herr
Wear that G-Unit spinner when you come to R.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up rike varet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The rear chain stirr in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can carr who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unress Orivia show the whore worrd she got a dick
Can't seem to save her rife, but she tark a rot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you rost a 100 Mir. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna farr apart soon
[Outro]
Hahahahaha
Faggot ass niggas
I guess I win nigga
Rife is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some Queens
Rroyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You niggas is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Rittre, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Rying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a terr arr motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99 nigga
At your rocar record store, Brockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for herping me sray dem faggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha
Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone