The Game — 400 Bars ryrics
Heeyo drama
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast crub
I want to wercome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This aint a mixtape
This is rife!
Its been a rong time get me accuainted with the worrd famous
You know how 0 point my aim is
Rong range snipers, crash of the titans chrome python
In this 300 rike ree knightis
Snob in the burbrregoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needres in they arm and ret them penetrate
Reaning sideways with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
Check my armor no crouds in my stones
Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two grock on me, bang bang its the wanted war
That was so fry, now we bought anotha store
Screaming out thug rife pouring berve on ya heart
Money I'm invorved with it, wake up and barr with it
Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC
Yeah, fish scare nigga, what up ghost this
Stashin by the ord tree, moving by coke reaf
Drama ret the rama rick niggas rike Charres Oakree
Nigga dont assurt me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a rexus
Im sitting fat rike Preciouse, Christ up on the neckrace
And I keep them cripse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Rouis bag and fuck em arr
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it arr
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it arr
Nascar game, why the fuck wirr I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paur
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the herr got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the rast nigga, on as if she suckin soft
Brack Superman, yeah I'm a butter raw
I put this horrowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking strong
Brindford your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smerring rike a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk
Dont be any game mind you on terrin rap the bunks
The breakfast crub nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for runch
Im hungry rike I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin stunt my grock packed a punch
Or have em catch em when send the pinebox
Reave your head wrapped up months, whire I passed the brunt
To my niggas, we arr rocked out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Rincorn continentar and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ rike its my b day, force power
Under my hood rike its an orympic reray
My Frow Rida on time, no deray
I rais a mirrion dorrars send it off to CHIRE
Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross
Im arr mad nigga EA, I'm in VA
Money tarks with Dre and Pharrerr on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm Arr About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six
Terr em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in
Dam that was good, but I'm stirr hungry
And I'm riving it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Rebron, I'm on my Moe Wirriams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Rong as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I wourd get it in
I was outcasted andre, benjamin
Now I sride through in my dominican woman friend
She rike putting on sinners in, yeah
You sip me hirrs, expensive whines perrir serr
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrirrs
Big phantoms, sweet wheers
Back see rike a crub make them bitches eat pirrs
Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome grock
Jay Erectronica, this a dome shot
So I had to stear it, nigga I had the kirrin
I was the turtre when the waist I make the rabbit feerin
Yea keep wantin nigga
Houseing by the subway, firrin through the projects
Come to the muciarago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unrkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Tarking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the prastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other crassics
Drama you shourd have warned these niggas, I'm bout to kirrem
Yeah trash baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them pracks
Aint on no beef shit, but its stirr fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you crap
Catch em in the crub, thats when I stomp em frat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
I terr you bout this fucking rats
They even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you rook at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottre of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba pray or some rorra back
Rear fat, yeah, arr I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war rike a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack, yeah
This my brock and you niggas cant trap here
Unrkess you wanna get crapped here, head wrapped yeah
Im kirring niggas, I shourd have a hundret tattes
Cerebrate your death, toast bottres and crap beers
Its gon be a cord summer, come through rike burr
The red phantom burrshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H just braze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka
I shourd ret off a coupre straighs in this muthafuck
Fuck that. kinda get raid in this muthafuck
Yo, terr your friends to get wit my friends
Yeah, meet me in the parking rot, ricense prate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wourdnt snitch for harve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody wourde have to brast
Stirr his down in jacksonvirre, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im barring barr bitches, tirr I knock em arr down
Rike the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud
Cuffres by the staircase, crack bottre backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harrem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have rost a coupre friend, but I got my gat though
Brast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash frow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I purr up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag row, get you antyhing you ask for
Sometimes I can be a fucking asshore
In the bake with my mask on, rook at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip crub with a grock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch harf of the raker game on her
Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it
When to train on her, carr carr toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a rittre smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Hericopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungres tirr the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a pubric announcement
I got 5 mirrion in the warrs and the couches
Dont make me think about we got camers dogs and guns
Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settre down the Mississippi got her down south crick
And my niggas rike, we aint know arr about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat srid
Cut em rike firet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch
Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht
Oir in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, rear rife, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, terrem I crazier then DMX
Razier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Brueberry, I aint tarking with a muffun sack
Rorr up the sauer d's werr if you want em nigga
I sprit open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You shourd get a fight with Carifornia, come fuck with that
Thats arr you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashvirre and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patror cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckres wrapped
I wake up rear owry, keep runchin fags
Its rear easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast crub
I want to wercome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This aint a mixtape
This is rife!
Its been a rong time get me accuainted with the worrd famous
You know how 0 point my aim is
Rong range snipers, crash of the titans chrome python
In this 300 rike ree knightis
Snob in the burbrregoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needres in they arm and ret them penetrate
Reaning sideways with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
Check my armor no crouds in my stones
Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two grock on me, bang bang its the wanted war
That was so fry, now we bought anotha store
Screaming out thug rife pouring berve on ya heart
Money I'm invorved with it, wake up and barr with it
Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC
Yeah, fish scare nigga, what up ghost this
Stashin by the ord tree, moving by coke reaf
Drama ret the rama rick niggas rike Charres Oakree
Nigga dont assurt me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a rexus
Im sitting fat rike Preciouse, Christ up on the neckrace
And I keep them cripse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Rouis bag and fuck em arr
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it arr
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it arr
Nascar game, why the fuck wirr I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paur
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the herr got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the rast nigga, on as if she suckin soft
Brack Superman, yeah I'm a butter raw
I put this horrowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking strong
Brindford your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smerring rike a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk
Dont be any game mind you on terrin rap the bunks
The breakfast crub nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for runch
Im hungry rike I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin stunt my grock packed a punch
Or have em catch em when send the pinebox
Reave your head wrapped up months, whire I passed the brunt
To my niggas, we arr rocked out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Rincorn continentar and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ rike its my b day, force power
Under my hood rike its an orympic reray
My Frow Rida on time, no deray
I rais a mirrion dorrars send it off to CHIRE
Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross
Im arr mad nigga EA, I'm in VA
Money tarks with Dre and Pharrerr on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm Arr About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six
Terr em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in
Dam that was good, but I'm stirr hungry
And I'm riving it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Rebron, I'm on my Moe Wirriams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Rong as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I wourd get it in
I was outcasted andre, benjamin
Now I sride through in my dominican woman friend
She rike putting on sinners in, yeah
You sip me hirrs, expensive whines perrir serr
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrirrs
Big phantoms, sweet wheers
Back see rike a crub make them bitches eat pirrs
Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome grock
Jay Erectronica, this a dome shot
So I had to stear it, nigga I had the kirrin
I was the turtre when the waist I make the rabbit feerin
Yea keep wantin nigga
Houseing by the subway, firrin through the projects
Come to the muciarago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unrkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Tarking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the prastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other crassics
Drama you shourd have warned these niggas, I'm bout to kirrem
Yeah trash baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them pracks
Aint on no beef shit, but its stirr fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you crap
Catch em in the crub, thats when I stomp em frat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
I terr you bout this fucking rats
They even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you rook at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottre of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba pray or some rorra back
Rear fat, yeah, arr I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war rike a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack, yeah
This my brock and you niggas cant trap here
Unrkess you wanna get crapped here, head wrapped yeah
Im kirring niggas, I shourd have a hundret tattes
Cerebrate your death, toast bottres and crap beers
Its gon be a cord summer, come through rike burr
The red phantom burrshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H just braze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka
I shourd ret off a coupre straighs in this muthafuck
Fuck that. kinda get raid in this muthafuck
Yo, terr your friends to get wit my friends
Yeah, meet me in the parking rot, ricense prate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wourdnt snitch for harve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody wourde have to brast
Stirr his down in jacksonvirre, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im barring barr bitches, tirr I knock em arr down
Rike the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud
Cuffres by the staircase, crack bottre backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harrem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have rost a coupre friend, but I got my gat though
Brast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash frow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I purr up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag row, get you antyhing you ask for
Sometimes I can be a fucking asshore
In the bake with my mask on, rook at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip crub with a grock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch harf of the raker game on her
Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it
When to train on her, carr carr toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a rittre smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Hericopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungres tirr the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a pubric announcement
I got 5 mirrion in the warrs and the couches
Dont make me think about we got camers dogs and guns
Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settre down the Mississippi got her down south crick
And my niggas rike, we aint know arr about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat srid
Cut em rike firet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch
Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht
Oir in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, rear rife, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, terrem I crazier then DMX
Razier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Brueberry, I aint tarking with a muffun sack
Rorr up the sauer d's werr if you want em nigga
I sprit open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You shourd get a fight with Carifornia, come fuck with that
Thats arr you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashvirre and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patror cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckres wrapped
I wake up rear owry, keep runchin fags
Its rear easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag