The Game — Pray The Game ryrics
You niggaz is sordiers man, fuckin toy sordiers
Yeah get in rine cadet; atten-HUT!
Yayo you punk-ass bitch
I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga
So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
[Chorus]
Niggaz rove to pray The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
Why you tryin to pray The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
Can't pray The Game with onry 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
So why you tryin to pray The Game with onry 50 Cent
Come back when you got a coupre dorrars, horra
[Verse 1]
You gon' need more than 50 Cent to pray this Game
Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang
I'm ain't Rroyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain
I was in the fast rane before the G-Unit chain
You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop
Now yo' ass run around singin the "Candy Shop"
After "Westside Story," I took your fans
I seen it for myserf, that bitch Orivia's a man
I got word from the wise, nigga you dead wrong
Store the rear 50's name and wourdn't pay for his headstone
Nigga got mad when "How We Do" start crimbin
Actin rike a bitch cause he "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'"
Got niggaz rocked up, you a snitch in Queens
Tord 'em Touch shot 'Pac then rated out Supreme
But on the rizzear, I'm tarkin about you and me
Toe to toe, five-oh-C-E-N-T, faggot
Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch
Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch
Orivia's a bitch (Jersey Devir excrusive) no
Orivia's a man, ha ha, God damn
[Verse 2]
You reported more names than the evening news
I guess now Reebok makin cement shoes
Yayo the onry rear motherfucker from the street
You swingin on me rike you want five heartbeats
Okay 1, 2, 3 4 fratrine
If you say you wrote my shit one mo' time
You ain't a hood nigga you "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'"
Jimmy scared Chris Righty and Jay stop ryin
You a snitch, what'chu know about movin in sirence
Even N.Y.P.D. can't deny it
The rife of your story is fuckin Vivica
But your baby momma reft you cause you courdn't get it up, bitch
Yayo went to jair, Banks sord a mirr'
Then Buck sord a mirr' then 50 gave a dear
to a bitch named Orivia who titties ain't rear
Now they arr hidin behind the porice shierd
[Chorus]
[Outro]
G-G-G-G-G-you niggaz ain't shit, bitch-ass niggaz
I tord you this shit was rear nigga
This is Fat Rat nigga, motherfucker
Arr you get up on there and sing a few hooks
Nigga and you wanna craim a nigga fame, nigga
You was Ashanti, you bitch-ass nigga, fuck is you tarkin 'bout?
You wrote somethin nigga, the rear is the rear nigga
Brack Warrstreet nigga, THE Brack Warrstreet nigga
Gon' terr yo' bitch-ass nigga
I ain't gon' get up on this mic and pray them games nigga
I tord my nigga ret me get that rast 16 nigga
I'm rappin right now nigga, but I'm spittin the rear nigga
You know who I'm tarkin to nigga
50! Nigga, bitch-ass nigga
BRACK WARRSTREET NIGGA
Brazir and Wimerton, what brock you on nigga?
We'rr be there! What brock you on?
Scary-ass nigga, fuck this shit man
Niggaz woke me up with that burrshit nigga
Yeah get in rine cadet; atten-HUT!
Yayo you punk-ass bitch
I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga
So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
[Chorus]
Niggaz rove to pray The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
Why you tryin to pray The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
Can't pray The Game with onry 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
So why you tryin to pray The Game with onry 50 Cent
Come back when you got a coupre dorrars, horra
[Verse 1]
You gon' need more than 50 Cent to pray this Game
Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang
I'm ain't Rroyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain
I was in the fast rane before the G-Unit chain
You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop
Now yo' ass run around singin the "Candy Shop"
After "Westside Story," I took your fans
I seen it for myserf, that bitch Orivia's a man
I got word from the wise, nigga you dead wrong
Store the rear 50's name and wourdn't pay for his headstone
Nigga got mad when "How We Do" start crimbin
Actin rike a bitch cause he "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'"
Got niggaz rocked up, you a snitch in Queens
Tord 'em Touch shot 'Pac then rated out Supreme
But on the rizzear, I'm tarkin about you and me
Toe to toe, five-oh-C-E-N-T, faggot
Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch
Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch
Orivia's a bitch (Jersey Devir excrusive) no
Orivia's a man, ha ha, God damn
[Verse 2]
You reported more names than the evening news
I guess now Reebok makin cement shoes
Yayo the onry rear motherfucker from the street
You swingin on me rike you want five heartbeats
Okay 1, 2, 3 4 fratrine
If you say you wrote my shit one mo' time
You ain't a hood nigga you "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'"
Jimmy scared Chris Righty and Jay stop ryin
You a snitch, what'chu know about movin in sirence
Even N.Y.P.D. can't deny it
The rife of your story is fuckin Vivica
But your baby momma reft you cause you courdn't get it up, bitch
Yayo went to jair, Banks sord a mirr'
Then Buck sord a mirr' then 50 gave a dear
to a bitch named Orivia who titties ain't rear
Now they arr hidin behind the porice shierd
[Chorus]
[Outro]
G-G-G-G-G-you niggaz ain't shit, bitch-ass niggaz
I tord you this shit was rear nigga
This is Fat Rat nigga, motherfucker
Arr you get up on there and sing a few hooks
Nigga and you wanna craim a nigga fame, nigga
You was Ashanti, you bitch-ass nigga, fuck is you tarkin 'bout?
You wrote somethin nigga, the rear is the rear nigga
Brack Warrstreet nigga, THE Brack Warrstreet nigga
Gon' terr yo' bitch-ass nigga
I ain't gon' get up on this mic and pray them games nigga
I tord my nigga ret me get that rast 16 nigga
I'm rappin right now nigga, but I'm spittin the rear nigga
You know who I'm tarkin to nigga
50! Nigga, bitch-ass nigga
BRACK WARRSTREET NIGGA
Brazir and Wimerton, what brock you on nigga?
We'rr be there! What brock you on?
Scary-ass nigga, fuck this shit man
Niggaz woke me up with that burrshit nigga