The Game

[fox69]

"I'm A King"
(feat. T.I.)

"I'm A King"
(feat. T.I.)



[50 Cent]
I never said anything, I never take anything back

[Young Buck]
Well you kinda heard me speaking
"You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game"
And I was speaking on Game without knowing him
but now, you know alot of these dudes jump in the game
and they rap artists, and that's exactly what they is
but they not what they say they are when they rap it

[T.I.]
Everybody wanna be the king of the south when
they ain't runnin the damn thing with they mouth
no doubt, it's all good, y'all just stay in y'all opinions
but in the South and in the hood it's understood without saying
it's a given, and it ain't cause what I'm doin for a livin'
it's more because of what I'm doin how I'm livin
not to mention when I'm rappin, I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Man, permissions from the Click to continue to keep it pimpin'
but while the crack was in the house, the record sale went thru the ceiling
so say what you want, and do what you please
but for fun I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
so niggaz'll come and look for you if you sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way
you better do what the song say and be easy, else it'll be a long day

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth

[The Game]
Everybody wanna be the King of the West
but, they ain't runnin the damn thing in the West
that's to bad, it's all good, they just speakin they minds
stand on top of the Hollywood sign, you can see that it's mine
I'd rather die, motherfucker, than give up my throne
my crown is a Dodger fitted, California's my home
and it's known when the drama pop off, I bring the chrome
so nigga leave me alone, 'fore I start living my songs
I made a killin drug dealin, some people say I'm a villain
went from choppin' in the house, to the top of rap gettin millions
so watch your mouth, unless you ready to bleed
cause to me, murderin wack mc's is somethin like a disease
top down in the Impala, so I can ride in the breeze
and where I'm from, niggaz throwin up B's and C's
so make a turn the wrong way, think about what the song say
and be easy, else it'll be a long day

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - impala with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the West
I'm a king - disrespect it I hit your brains with the tech

[The Game]
Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
or get your ass layed back
Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
or get your ass layed back
Fuckin with Black Wall Street & Pimp $quad Click Get

[T.I.]
layed out like a drunk, on the late-late
so haters hate, the hell with all the hearsay
from wednesday to tuesday, T.I.P. act a fool, hey

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top knocked off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the West
I'm a king - disrespect it I hit your brains with the tech

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Mobsta"
(feat. Young Menace)

"I'm A Mobsta"
(feat. Young Menace)



[Young Menace + (The Game)]
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)
Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns)
Sacramenton's finest (Who fuckin with me?)
From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

[The Game]
Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin what the Game'll do, listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at
And dawg I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga

[Chorus: Young Menace]
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars I'll make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah
I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah

[Young Menace]
Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say
Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon
Yeah you musta been talkin, how'd you get out that soon?
(You fuckin snitch!) I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets it's on for life like tattoos

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne
Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin bids because my game is so immaculate
A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an ambulance
Now that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts
Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so I can celebrate early
It's business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin tight
Whether I'm jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y'know?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Chillin'"

"I'm Chillin'"


You Got's To Chill

I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [8x]

[The Game:]
Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno
L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low
Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window
Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow
Black on black lamborghini with the dizzor
Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor
Bandana tied around the rear view mirror
Red bandana got 'em bangin' new era
Something on my waist niggas can't get near us
Bitches 'round me shakin ass like Shakira
Niggas poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us
I stay on niggas mind like a new era

[Chorus:]
G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P
That means I'm Chillin'
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [8x]

[The Game:]
Doing my two step Red strings on my louis
I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis
Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar
Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car
Post it up the bar everybody strizzap
Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap
Every nigga in my click stay iced out
Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out
Shut the club down, The Game don't stop

In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots
Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies
Hurricanes in a BlackWallStreet Hoodie

[Chorus:]
G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P
That means I'm Chillin'
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [8x]

[The Game:]
Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub
20 impalas outside on the dizzubs
Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads
Panties gettin' wet everytime they see 'em lift ups
So hop in the back seat if you're a freak
Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat
8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat
Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets
If you jump off niggas know what I'm about
Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house
Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out
I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch

[Chorus:]
G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P
That means I'm Chillin'
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [8x]

[2x]
I'm chillin' in the house
Rollin' in the car
Coolin' in the tub
Drinkin' at the bar

G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P
That means I'm Chillin'

 

[fox69]

"I'm Home"
(feat. Kurupt)

"I'm Home"
(feat. Kurupt)



[The Game:]
Nigga, I'm from Compton
I don't need no mothafuckin' pass, no stamp, no nothin'
I don't need a passport to come through the mothafuckin' 'hood, nigga
I got a gun and a Bentley, what

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Yeah, throw on my Levi's, throw on my hoodie
Tie up my Jordan's I'm ready for whatever
Hit the block like Bush, but I ain't no Saint
I'm just a 'hood nigga who taught himself how to paint
Pictures mothafucka
I'll show you how I went from rags to riches mothafucka
Welcome to the block life, niggas on the block like
The boy Hov can't tell me shit about the Roc life
I started with powder, turned into hard rock
Call it a cafe when the fiends here all block
We was just hustlin', listenin' to Scarface
Throwin' back tall cans, lookin' out for marked vans
I used to do it for my mother
Change the diapers on my sisters, clean the Pumas for my brothers, mothafucka
If that's not 'hood, send a shot to my dome
Wipe the wheels on the Bentley, nigga and tell the 'hood I'm comin' home

[Hook:]
I'm home, you know what it is
Ready for the biz and I gotta do it big
I'm home, how many times are you alive if you ran these streets
So many times the streets kept calling me

[Verse 2 - The Game:]
I used to hit the block like a bat out of hell
With a blunt in my mouth and a pocket full of shells
Somebody shot my older brother, give a fuck about a jail
Give a fuck who outside, I don't care who tell
It was like that when we was just boys in the 'hood
Nigger, fuck what you saw on Boyz N the Hood
This is real, feel my pain, feel my gun, grab it
And when we pull up on this corner, let 'em have it
You wanna know how it feel to kill
Then grab my steal and peel at will
Put the ski mask on, hop in the backseat
Show 'em how to turn the block into a trackmeet
Your honor I'm guilty, I'm a felon and I pack heat
Fiends know my name cause Game let the crack speak
If that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome
Wipe the Lamborghini down, nigga and tell the 'hood I'm coming home

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Kurupt:]
What you think mo' fucka?
I'll let seventeen go before you blink mo' fucka
I'm a poetry racist
You know it's me instantly just off a couple of phrases
I'm seventeen years and pussy just stopped a bullet
Pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie
I'm headed to the house, the land of ram
Runnin' in niggas spots, drop your hands and the grams
Drop everything you got from your pockets to your hands
When I was young we hit licks out of Astro vans
When I was young the Fox Hillmar was alit
Lick with Aquafina flow, Euprovina for pits
Pup, a child to a hog, a cat to a dog
I'm a lion to these frogs, who's supplyin' raw
I'm feeling like Martin Luther King, it seems
And everything I visualized was just a dream
I'm headed home nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Looking"
(feat. Blue Chip)

"I'm Looking"
(feat. Blue Chip)



[The Game]
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald
What? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin
Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talkin, just outline chalkin
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running"
Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock
Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing

[Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)]
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)

[The Game]
Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed
'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops
Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen
Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangsta, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play
Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business
Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5
He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the frontlines holdin a 9
Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first
Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy
In and out of spots watchin my money
If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin
No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm On"

"I'm On"


[Chorus - Mars:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on

[Verse 1 - Game:]
You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive
Kill a California, the door's commiting suicide
Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you in the newest ride
You know me, 5 star nigga do or die
I'm from the home of the [?]
East west north south, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles
We got the baddest bitches on the north campus
Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom
Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough
Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for
Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out
Busters leave when it's nighttime
15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come
Wear 24s no need to ask where I'm from
Westside home of the perk even 12 year olds put in work
West coast got 'em bang

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on

[Verse 2 - Game:]
31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out
Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out
Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house
Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out
That ain't a threat but little do you forget
I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga's sets
Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet
Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the Tech
Now I'm getting money big Snoop on the techs
Andre Young on the bottom of my chest
Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques
Matter of fact [?] Cadillac trucks
[?] peanut butter guts [?]
Shit hit the block and post up
Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up
Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on

[Verse 3 - Game:]
10 million albums sold I ain't gotta brag
Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag
AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain't a paparazzi flash

2011 Game banging, y'all copycats
How you throwing a stocking cap and they ain't never cocked it back
Nigga copy that, capiche nigga
Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga
Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga
Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher
Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24'ed up
Hop out knockout hoe chest froze up
I be in the back of the club looking like so what
20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why chose up
Now she in the [?] with her nose up
Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on

 

[fox69]

"I'm The King"

"I'm The King"


[Chorus]
I'm the king
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'

I'm the king
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'

If I say we on one muthafucker we on
If I say we gon' my nigga then we gon'
And I say we drinkin' then we drinkin' that Patron
And if I say we rollin' then somebody rollin' zone

Ay-yeh-yeeeeh

[Verse 1]
This shit right here nigga
How you smokin', how you chokin'
how you chokin' while you rollin' I be zonin'
In the morning wake and bake'n while I'm yawnin'
It's that get lo, Benz-o, be careful around them rims hoe
run and tell your friends that we 'bout to get it in
And we smokin' on this endo
Let it breath crack a window
blowing on this purple in this Enzo

[Chorus]
Nigga I'm the King
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'

I'm the king
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'

If I say we on one nigga then we on
If I say we gon' my nigga then we gon'
And I say we drinkin' then we drinkin' that Patron
And if I say we rollin' then somebody rollin' zone

Ay-yeh-yeeeeh

[Verse 2]
What you smokin' can't fuck with the shit that I be blazin'
Walk in the store, eyes so low they probably think I'm asian
Red bone, red car, aint this bitch amazing
red hot, red bottoms, spicy like she cajun
red rims, red cuts lookin' like a st-a-ar
tell a nigga ballin' by the emblem on his ca-a-ar
so fa-a-ar, so go-o-ood
this is what they call me in the ho-o-ood

[Chorus]

You smokin', who got the flame?
Gettin high as them Chevy doors when I'm rolling up paper planes
I'm just sayin', wipe ya feet off before you step in the door
Been bangin' since '94, you didn't but now you know
Them bitches hittin' the flo'
Then switches hittin' the flo'
Them swishes is good to go
And that pruple off in ya throat, so, yo
You ain't know this is how we ride
And we can take this nigga outside
Recognize

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Zoned up, 'troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
Zoned up, 'troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
I'm the King!

 

[fox69]

"I'm The King (Remix)"
(feat. The Jacka & Mistah F.A.B.)

"I'm The King (Remix)"
(feat. The Jacka & Mistah F.A.B.)



[Hook - The Game:]
Nigga I’m the King
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’
I’m the king
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’

If I say we on one nigga then we on
If I say we gon’ my nigga then we gon’
And I say we drinkin’ then we drinkin’ that Patron
And if I say we rollin’ then somebody rollin’ zone

Ay-yeh-yeeeeh (Zoned up, troned up, this is what you want bruh, bottles up, lighters up, this some shit to smoke to)

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
What you smokin’ can’t fuck with the shit that I be blazin’
Walk in the store, eyes so low they probably think I’m asian
Red bone, red car, ain't this bitch amazing
Red hot, red bottoms, spicy like she cajun
Red rims, red cuts lookin’ like a st-a-ar
Tell a nigga ballin’ by the emblem on his ca-a-ar
So fa-a-ar, so go-o-ood
This is what they call me in the ho-o-ood

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - The Jacka:]
I smoke with some motherfuckin' hoes
That girl so high, I'm bout to knock her down soon
I walk into my roo-oom where them plants grow
She can't believe her eyes, I'm K-I-N-G and I smoke
Just wake up everybody with the Mazi when we come
Windows up, and a cloud of smoke cause we're young
We only live once, so every chance I smoke tree
And nigga I'm the king, don't nobody smoke me

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Mistah F.A.B.:]
King of the city and everybody knows
North, East, West, anywhere I go
Used to be the prince, now the king down East
And everybody talk about the things I did
Warriors, Raiders, yeah, you know that logo
Damn I got swag, all I wear is Polo
Play with your kids, don't play with the kid
If you play with the kid, get hit with the .44
Used to be loco
Don't throw for runnin' from the po po's
Then I get the dough, dough
Used to sip bo bo
Move real slow mo
Had a nigga leaning like I was a cholo
Been there, no though
Didn't get no ho
Now everywhere I go a nigga say...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"In My '64"
(feat. Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg)

"In My '64"
(feat. Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg)



[Hook - Pharrell:]
When you see me in my 64
My niggas, we roll and bounce
You should see me in my 64
When I make the bitch pop

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
I'd rather be on the block
With my 64 - hop in
I ain’t for the video bitches car-hopping
I am for the Cris and Patron: bottle poppin
So if get it popin roll it up and hop in
The Game shine: the opposite of stock rims
So when it's Game Time, bring that Maserati drop in
So I can shine, push the button, pull the top in
Drop the top, tell lil mama to drop in
I like my ice creams with toppings
But we ain't going to the candy shop - we call it shopping
Homie for real, got your girlfriend locked in
Even the ballers say: we call it baller blocking

[Hook]

Your feet are the wheels, your legs are hydraulics
Bounce that, dump that, show me that you got it
"La la la la la la la la la"
I said your feet are the wheels, your legs are hydraulics
Bounce that, dump that, show me that you got it
"La la la la la la la la la"

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]
Rag back, Bose bass speakers, Kenwood amps
Vogues crawlin over train tracks
T.I. zip in the fo, yeah if you playing em back
It's the Doggy Doggy, yeah I got the game back
Hat to the back, spilling drink on my lap
Beating down your blunt, get my trunk vibrating
Tipping and lock, the switches is hot
You might see me tripping through Watts

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - The Game:]
First nigga to put a '64 on 22's
Still hop on 22's
The Breitling's so blinding, it's frightening
Take my hoodie off, you like a deer in the highbeams
But it's so exciting
Floyd Mayweather is boxing in my ring
Only available in your dreams
It feel good to be me, so to you I am morphine
Get the club poppin, get the pain droppin
Your girlfriend get me off: Jonnie Cochran
She did a great job so I took her shopping
With your Black Card

 

[fox69]

"In The City"
(feat. Fred The Godson & Sam Hook)

"In The City"
(feat. Fred The Godson & Sam Hook)



[Verse 1: The Game]
I was forced to be a gang banger
On the cover of The Source with my chain hanging
That was '05 still Fuck Benzino
Riding through the city with them twin benzitos
Stepping on C-Notes, rolling red dice like casinos
Throwing 'tron shots like free-throws
Tell Judas I'm alive and well
Will I be crucified only time will tell until then I'm thugging
Spend my money on whatever
Running through this cheddar as long as my crew together
Pop Ace, pop tags, pop hammers
"Thug life" I put that on Pac's bandana
Los Angeles King, tell my niggas in the Bing
I blacked out the card and minimized the bling
Updated the Ghost, went Nas on the wig cap
And made wifey ring rocky ASAP, yea
(aha, let's go)

[Hook: Sam Hook]
This right here reminds me of when
The playas had the the dope so the girls brought their friends
And every single night we did it again
We had a good time, we had a good time
In the city

[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]
I was forced to be a force
Diamonds in my cross, the cost for me to floss
Got me exhausted
Exhaust that's on the Porsche, got me wide awake
Just make sure that my wallets caked while I wait
The coupe drop well
Got banana clips in the Big Apple, homie, fruit cocktail
Eh Game what it look like
I got the shorty and I'm playing with her chess (chest) on the corner, look like a rook right?
The city that never sleeps
We ain't talking bout money, we prolly will never speak
Lobby within a week, we generated revenue
Old heads put me on the things that I never knew
I'm big in New York word to my moms baby
And its hard to be the Giant just ask Tom Brady
That's why they pay me
When you ask who the best right now that's why they say me
Fred in the game peace

[Hook]