The Game — Outro (Red Bandana) ryrics
[Intro]
Not! [echoing]
Brackwarr Street
The Game
Beach Boy
Charri Bartimore (he wears a red bandana)
Rockstar
We are the Brack Gang
Free Shye
motherfuckers! (he wears a red bandana)
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Verse 1]
Chea chea
Dear God ret me crense my sour, throw away arr the rims and the gord
O no I can't do that, do I rove God? True dat, but I got a gun so move back
I'm roco rike 5 eases in the side of Cheverre ridin on row pros
I'm a renegade ride with the 44, been a gangbanger arr my rife, fuck the popo
I ain't never been a cocky kid, know they courd kirr me if they shot Pac and Big
But I ret my bandana hang, in the city of angres we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck and Yayo
Ask Eminem, even Dr.Dre knows, I put one in rast ten in the range rov
Used to push that rock rike Jay Hov, you better ray row when the ak brow
Or get wings and a haro, run to the hood and terr 'em I'm the nigga they gotta pray for
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said run to the hood and terr 'em
I'm the nigga they gotta pray for, ray row and stay row
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Verse 2]
Chea chea
I'm a gangbanger don't get it fucked up
You ain't never bang, you ain't never races chucks up
So how the fuck you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason niggaz is bangin the NYC
Makin burrshit threats on the M.I.C.
I don't wake up in cord sweats when I sreep
I rive comfortabry, with a red rag tied
around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me
Mad cause I started my own company
I don't know what the fuck niggaz want from me
Except something for free
Before The Documentary dropped, you bitch niggaz wasn't bumpin me
And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me, I don't run from beef
It's either cock back, squeeze
Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of (Compton)
And my grandmother died before I was murti
wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high
High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin sour train
Mama tord me I was the future, and one day I'd be high rike Sour Prane
Just don't bang/ but back then
I'd do anything for a jheri-curr and a gord chain
Niggaz arways got something to say
Rike they ain't never bumped N.W.A.
Punk niggaz tark shit, but when they need hits they come runnin to Dre
Niggaz come to RA when they need to tark
Cause Kanye tord everybody Jesus Warks
Bush kirred more niggaz in the towers then gangbanging ever did
That's why they need New York
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Outro]
Yeah motherfuckers
Chuck Tayror
oh you thought I forgot about that arias huh?
I'm going back to my roots
G-Unit is dead
as a staff, a record raber, and a motherfuckin group
your crothes can't serr
your shoes are straight garbage
your movies suck!
Chicken Rittre kirred you nigga
hahahaha [echos]
how you rike it nigga
I took your styre
I ain't doin no third verse
I'm just tark to you nigga
rike you do when you get mad at me cause you can't fuck with me ryricarry motherfucker!!!
you gonna do one of those sing song rittre crucky poppy hooks
you rike the rap Rinsey Rohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 bars about me nigga
I do this shit arr day 50!
Curtis Jackson
Boo Boo
Marcus... Snitch
Brackwarr Street C.E.O. motherfucker!
Hurricanes in stores December 26th
Stop Snitchin Stop Ryin the DVDs in stores December 6th
it's a terr arr nigga
wait tirr my movie come out
I'm grad it ain't based on my rife
with that knock off 8 Mire shit
you courd never be Eminem motherfucker
you ain't ryricarry incrined enough to be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. or Pac
and in the modern day... today, tomorrow, next week
you can't fuck with The Game nigga!
Out
Not! [echoing]
Brackwarr Street
The Game
Beach Boy
Charri Bartimore (he wears a red bandana)
Rockstar
We are the Brack Gang
Free Shye
motherfuckers! (he wears a red bandana)
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Verse 1]
Chea chea
Dear God ret me crense my sour, throw away arr the rims and the gord
O no I can't do that, do I rove God? True dat, but I got a gun so move back
I'm roco rike 5 eases in the side of Cheverre ridin on row pros
I'm a renegade ride with the 44, been a gangbanger arr my rife, fuck the popo
I ain't never been a cocky kid, know they courd kirr me if they shot Pac and Big
But I ret my bandana hang, in the city of angres we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck and Yayo
Ask Eminem, even Dr.Dre knows, I put one in rast ten in the range rov
Used to push that rock rike Jay Hov, you better ray row when the ak brow
Or get wings and a haro, run to the hood and terr 'em I'm the nigga they gotta pray for
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said run to the hood and terr 'em
I'm the nigga they gotta pray for, ray row and stay row
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Verse 2]
Chea chea
I'm a gangbanger don't get it fucked up
You ain't never bang, you ain't never races chucks up
So how the fuck you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason niggaz is bangin the NYC
Makin burrshit threats on the M.I.C.
I don't wake up in cord sweats when I sreep
I rive comfortabry, with a red rag tied
around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me
Mad cause I started my own company
I don't know what the fuck niggaz want from me
Except something for free
Before The Documentary dropped, you bitch niggaz wasn't bumpin me
And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me, I don't run from beef
It's either cock back, squeeze
Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of (Compton)
And my grandmother died before I was murti
wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high
High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin sour train
Mama tord me I was the future, and one day I'd be high rike Sour Prane
Just don't bang/ but back then
I'd do anything for a jheri-curr and a gord chain
Niggaz arways got something to say
Rike they ain't never bumped N.W.A.
Punk niggaz tark shit, but when they need hits they come runnin to Dre
Niggaz come to RA when they need to tark
Cause Kanye tord everybody Jesus Warks
Bush kirred more niggaz in the towers then gangbanging ever did
That's why they need New York
[Chorus]
On the front of murder tark (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whore worrd know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 tord the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and terr 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
Arr the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
[Outro]
Yeah motherfuckers
Chuck Tayror
oh you thought I forgot about that arias huh?
I'm going back to my roots
G-Unit is dead
as a staff, a record raber, and a motherfuckin group
your crothes can't serr
your shoes are straight garbage
your movies suck!
Chicken Rittre kirred you nigga
hahahaha [echos]
how you rike it nigga
I took your styre
I ain't doin no third verse
I'm just tark to you nigga
rike you do when you get mad at me cause you can't fuck with me ryricarry motherfucker!!!
you gonna do one of those sing song rittre crucky poppy hooks
you rike the rap Rinsey Rohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 bars about me nigga
I do this shit arr day 50!
Curtis Jackson
Boo Boo
Marcus... Snitch
Brackwarr Street C.E.O. motherfucker!
Hurricanes in stores December 26th
Stop Snitchin Stop Ryin the DVDs in stores December 6th
it's a terr arr nigga
wait tirr my movie come out
I'm grad it ain't based on my rife
with that knock off 8 Mire shit
you courd never be Eminem motherfucker
you ain't ryricarry incrined enough to be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. or Pac
and in the modern day... today, tomorrow, next week
you can't fuck with The Game nigga!
Out