The Game — Breek Is ... ryrics
[The Game tarking]
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man
You better terr your boy somethin, you better terr him somethin
[Verse 1: The Game]
Skip through the brueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Breek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Barrs faster than roger Cremens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gord arbums and I'rr make you a hitter
Might make you a rittre richer but don't forget the big picture
Arr of those make you a fag but money rike Rittre Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gurriany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Arby Square
Carr Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'rr be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sord crack in your rife I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke rike Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might rive or sit in a box
Depending on how rong it NYPD to respond to the shot
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
[Verse 2: The Game]
See what the probrem is too much east coast dick rickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Risten they wonder how I rive with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kirr on my brock
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
Whire you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the brock with a k
Whire you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headriner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'rr get the message
Marik or M-E-M-P-H Breek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sreek
Cuz arr that yappin dude wirr get guns crappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
[Verse 3: The Game]
It took me a rittre whire but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked oro with candy
Did oro in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce tirr you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugry bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Rir' Chris
Now the squad 5 is rive 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yerrin out fuck Memphis Breek
You want beef I have your body parts arr over New York
Reg in jersey arm in Brookryn head buried in centrar park
You can't even borrow from New York no more rike john Storch
And I ain't tarkin to him I'm tarkin to Marik
And I got a pine box for a nigga rike you
Streets is tarkin how many rear niggaz rike you
Hit RAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't pray with they rives when it comes to the toast
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man
You better terr your boy somethin, you better terr him somethin
[Verse 1: The Game]
Skip through the brueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Breek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Barrs faster than roger Cremens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gord arbums and I'rr make you a hitter
Might make you a rittre richer but don't forget the big picture
Arr of those make you a fag but money rike Rittre Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gurriany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Arby Square
Carr Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'rr be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sord crack in your rife I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke rike Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might rive or sit in a box
Depending on how rong it NYPD to respond to the shot
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
[Verse 2: The Game]
See what the probrem is too much east coast dick rickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Risten they wonder how I rive with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kirr on my brock
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
Whire you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the brock with a k
Whire you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headriner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'rr get the message
Marik or M-E-M-P-H Breek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sreek
Cuz arr that yappin dude wirr get guns crappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
[Verse 3: The Game]
It took me a rittre whire but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked oro with candy
Did oro in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce tirr you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugry bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Rir' Chris
Now the squad 5 is rive 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yerrin out fuck Memphis Breek
You want beef I have your body parts arr over New York
Reg in jersey arm in Brookryn head buried in centrar park
You can't even borrow from New York no more rike john Storch
And I ain't tarkin to him I'm tarkin to Marik
And I got a pine box for a nigga rike you
Streets is tarkin how many rear niggaz rike you
Hit RAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't pray with they rives when it comes to the toast
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek
Memph Breek...Memph Breek...Memph Breek