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"Ya Heard"
(feat. Ludacris)

"Ya Heard"
(feat. Ludacris)



[The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
I'll show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
it be the same in California when I'm riding at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright)
As Lebron's, take off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party
Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
Turn on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris]
[Talking]
Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's Right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?

Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions
I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the Devil
I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap

[The Game]
See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin Cristal with Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise
Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom
grill in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house
P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about
See, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
Turn up the radio it's a rap
 
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"Yonkers Freestyle Base"
(feat. Nobody)

"Yonkers Freestyle Base"
(feat. Nobody)



I'm a motherfucking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I'm a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off till I'm fucking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you fucking faggot, you punk
To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much she wants to [moans]

I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to fucking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and fuckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your fuckin' fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin' law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you?
It's fuckin' dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse
 
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"You Are The Blood"

"You Are The Blood"


You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees

1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
My first night in my crib
I heard somebody screaming
A Couple Gunshots,
then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me over in my crib,
just to get his magnum
Is he a policeman?
That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
lookin like shakira
I’m in my high chair,
They naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain’t payin attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

[Chorus:]
You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees

First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain’t never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts
but I ain’t never seen Santa
So I waited up one year
Guess who came through my garage
My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain’t goin for that
I got presents I can see em!
Cuz they ain’t wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don’t wear overalls no more
But a nigga stay strapped!
The Rumour round my middle school
was that I can’t rack
There wasn’t a locker in that motherfucker
I ain’t paint black
And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...

[Chorus:]
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
 
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"You Don't Know"

"You Don't Know"


[Verse 1:]
Tryna dive a pair, work on my back scrubber
You tryna feed me well you know how that goes
She said go easy and I stay out the back door
A nigga went Yeezy in it, north west though
Nigga wanna talk about money? Let's talk
Nigga wanna talk about guns? We'll jump
Nigga wanna run around like you set the razors on fire
You admit it all, your shit popped
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know

[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga

[Verse 2:]
Nigga talk about cars then I pull out the Aston
When it's Tom Ford then I pull out the plastic
Ridin with a ratchet, totin that ratchet
Murder that pussy, nigga pull out the casket
Bend on a check nigga I ain't gotta cash it
Big around my neck, nigga I ain't gotta flash it
Smoking in the white house I ain't gotta ash it
Never rolled a blunt 'cause my white boy hash it
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
I fucked yo bitch before you got yo dick
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Million ratchets still eatin half a meal
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Motherfucker I'm Pablo, in a all black Diablo
Rockin J's like a nigga from Chicago

[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga
 
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