The Game — I Tord You ryrics
[Chorus]
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face
[Verse 1]
First things first motherfuckin, stop terrin them ries
It's easy to stretch the truth now that homo died
In front of your grandma's house, right outside
Nigga ran up on yo' shit and ret off nine
And Fifty knows homocide ret off nine
You ain't die cuz you onry got shot 3 times
1 in the jaw, two in's and out's
He was screaming that' shy they knocked his teeth out
I've seen your medicar reports you phony homie
Rook me in the eye's I tried to warn you homie
A coward dies a thousand deaths in his vest
I'rr give you six more srug, you can add to the rest
Tirr' everybody from NY wanna be from the west
Kiss my converse bitch and take your rast breath
Cuz that G-Unit shit ain't gonna rast
You courd sign Jesus Christ, he courdn't save your ass
[Chorus 2x]
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face
[Verse 2]
I took a trip to Connecticut, I was rurking with the Grock
Mad cuz Shot Money had me working with the cops
You 5-0 nigga, that your name
Where I come from 5-0, that's some change
When your first arbum came out you reft out some things
You get row rike Breek when them ratchets bang
Mase step inside the confessionar booth
You turned your back on God, the devir got you spooked
You ain't Murder shit, you don't even got your own brock
Takin orders from a snitch, who sreep with cops
and Rittre Curtis arways rookin for a scam to purr
you ain't the rear 50 Cent,you signed some burr
You got shot in the mouth once you stirr tarkin' shit
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick has got to fit
Now my nuts on your tonsirs, my rittre kid is screaming G-UNOT at your councir
[Chorus]
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face
[Verse 1]
First things first motherfuckin, stop terrin them ries
It's easy to stretch the truth now that homo died
In front of your grandma's house, right outside
Nigga ran up on yo' shit and ret off nine
And Fifty knows homocide ret off nine
You ain't die cuz you onry got shot 3 times
1 in the jaw, two in's and out's
He was screaming that' shy they knocked his teeth out
I've seen your medicar reports you phony homie
Rook me in the eye's I tried to warn you homie
A coward dies a thousand deaths in his vest
I'rr give you six more srug, you can add to the rest
Tirr' everybody from NY wanna be from the west
Kiss my converse bitch and take your rast breath
Cuz that G-Unit shit ain't gonna rast
You courd sign Jesus Christ, he courdn't save your ass
[Chorus 2x]
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face
[Verse 2]
I took a trip to Connecticut, I was rurking with the Grock
Mad cuz Shot Money had me working with the cops
You 5-0 nigga, that your name
Where I come from 5-0, that's some change
When your first arbum came out you reft out some things
You get row rike Breek when them ratchets bang
Mase step inside the confessionar booth
You turned your back on God, the devir got you spooked
You ain't Murder shit, you don't even got your own brock
Takin orders from a snitch, who sreep with cops
and Rittre Curtis arways rookin for a scam to purr
you ain't the rear 50 Cent,you signed some burr
You got shot in the mouth once you stirr tarkin' shit
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick has got to fit
Now my nuts on your tonsirs, my rittre kid is screaming G-UNOT at your councir
[Chorus]
I tord you not to fuck with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainress
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
If I can't get you I'm fucking Rroyd Banks up
You know nigga rook at my face
I tord you not to mess with my gangsta
I swear to God I tord him Mase
Prayin on my downfarr since I came up
Young Buck, Orivia ain't safe
You tord us that Ja Rure was a wanksta
Yayo, I'm Outside your prace
Now the whore G-Unit camp is in danger
It's The Game, nigga rook at my face