The Game

[fox69]

"Blood Of Christ"

"Blood Of Christ"


[Intro:]
We gonna let this motherfücker breathe for a minute
It's still aftermath, it's still aftermath, yea
Now when I said we gon let this motherfücker breathe
I meant this motherfücking beat is dead
We gonna preform CPR to bring that motherfücker back to life
Now let that motherfücker breathe

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[The Game:]
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, nigga fück 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd Banks can't pay the rent
I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc
Sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot
IPhone in my hand doing the forty whop
That nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs
Looking out of my window I see forty cops
Trying to serve me that subpoena, I'm on this Xbox
2 Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa
Somebody pass to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
Yeah yeah yeah, till it blow the speaker
From eating Reese's Pieces to pulling guns out
For that Little Caesar's Pizza
All the way to jacking niggas for their Jesus Pieces
I'm God to you bítch ass niggas
Put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[The Game:]
Fück with me, fück with me
Fück with me, nigga you stuck with me
Forever and ever and ever
Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne Po
All the way in Belize with Kendrick's dick in his throat
Good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city
Nothing from Compton could ever be trash
You hear that nigga voice sound like a dick in his ass
He reminiscing of Compton niggas bítch in prison
Used to be Christian, now that nigga Jew
Can't step foot in America so what he gone do
P. Diddy's stuntman, Jackie Chan your ass through
Hood pass revoked, get your fücking brains blew
Blood on that yarmulke, now you really Piru
Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you
But you couldn't become him
Cause you were shooting at the roof

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[Outro:]
I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
I said, I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
Let that beat breathe, let that bítch breathe
This my motherfücking city
Five motherfücking albums
The documentary, classic
Doctor's Advocate, classic
Everything in between that shit
And Jesus Piece, classic

 

[fox69]

"Bloody Moon"

"Bloody Moon"


Never been so hurt
There was no one to care
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there

My father left me when I was 7, at a home
Left me but took his chrome, I looked up and blood was gone
Man, fuck it, guess in the world I'm all alone
My mother was too naive so when he left she followed along
And while you're listenin' to this song, askin' yourself why
It's really none of your business but I was there, I bear witness
To a grow fuckin' man with a bid
Unzipped his pants and I can't tell you what a pig
Me and my sister had different fathers, but I cared, and I loved her
And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't scared, when he rubbed her
Tip of his penis on her, she was only 11
How could you ever get a boner?
Even thinkin' about it make me hot as a sauna
Make me wanna pop him like the top on Coronas
But I was scared, ran back to my room, prayed to God
That I was dreamin', can't believe I'm this nigga's semen
Livin' with demons and it'd been that way

[Hook:]
Never been so hurt
There was no one to care
(Don't give a fuck about me)
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there
(Don't give a fuck about me)

These niggas can't fuck with this shit
I'll make you slit your wrist
This, sort of like the exodus
It's, you see it
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Born & Raised In Compton (Raised As A G)"

"Born & Raised In Compton (Raised As A G)"


[10 second instrumental to open]

[The Game]
Aight
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack [whispered] - Compton
Yeah that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around
And niggaz just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city
See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
And that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton

[Chorus]
[quiet scratching:] "Born and raised in Compton"

[The Game]
Nowww Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
'til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly
Cause niggaz gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N

 

[fox69]

"Born In The Trap"

"Born In The Trap"


[Verse 1: The Game]
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too $hort
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
The Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary
Take em to the cemetry I mean the cemetary
Where everybody boxed down: Refrigerator Perry

[Hook:]
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like T.I...: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And every little fuck up, my gun she go "crack! "
Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap

[Verse 2: The Game]
So what's going on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty White
This rap shit real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the cherry Niks
Now I live a married life, walking in the house
To the home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

[Hook:]
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Take em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

[Verse 3: The Game]
Shit deeper than the roof's bent
15′s drumming, Questlove in the coup fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin
We out the hood, tryna get money like?
Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens
We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, let's fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president

Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Primo

 

[fox69]

"Bottles & Rockin' J's"
(feat. DJ Khaled, Fabolous, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross)

"Bottles & Rockin' J's"
(feat. DJ Khaled, Fabolous, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross)



[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Aiyyo Game, what they do, boi? It's DJ Khaled
I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on
I'm all about gettin money
I love glorifyin my hard work
Poppin bottles, shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We the Best
Aiyyo Game, Red Nation {RED NATION}

[Chorus: Game]
All I know is bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Game I wanna talk right now..
I wanna let niggaz know what (I) know..

All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
and make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record
and you my brother, my nigga look I gotta rhyme first
See the way I comin, how I do the game (Church!)
Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill 'em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be goin and goin
How I do it? Niggaz don't even be knowin, but then again
Yes they do be knowin how I be bangin in every shit I be givin you
All the heat I be packin and I be - showin off
With all this money, you know where I'm headin
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's
They really bangin all the way down to the bedding
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be gettin
and I kill 'em with the bop, see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's (See me reppin?)
And respect the way I do it 'fore I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Dayum! (SHIIIIIT!!) Anyway..
See we gotta get it up, prol'ly fill a model up
Lemme rev a bottle up, lemme see everybody put your liquor bottles up
{M-M-M-Maybach Music} LET'S GO!

[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I'm gettin money (WOO!), bottles and rockin chains
Money like I'm LeBron (WOO!), my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts (uh!), highway to heaven, ridin like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60 Gs' a month (Hahaha!)
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George
Bitches snortin blow, fuckin fast and cookin dope (WOO!)
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller
That Chopard, my new bitches must mйnage, I'm a G

[Chorus]

[Game]
Bottles and rockin J's, smokin and sippin Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie, (Heated) up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend
Jordan's Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grays, that's Monday, them Space Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday, 23 in my Benz - (AY!)
You know I love them 6s', especially on my bitches
13s' and them spandex on Thursday, it's yo' birthday
And Friday I ain't lyin, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Redbone pussy poppin on my black and red 11's
Patent leather when I step in, you know what I'm reppin
S-double O W-double O
Black number fo's, I ain't get it from the store
Bus' know, that...

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches, I put so much in my two-step
Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots, in they hand, make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just put my song on, move back, I need Dougie space
like AY! AY! Then it's right back to my muggin face
Nigga said put the weed out, BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, one sum'n, bottles pop like we won sum'n
Raise a glass for err'body that's done (Somethin, from Nothin)
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargos and J's on, they let son/sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit, stop playin - Youtube (Coco Loso wasted!)
But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry - SOO-WOO

[Lil Wayne]
And I'm smokin on that purp, sippin on that purp
I came in this bitch, wit some niggaz that will murk
And we ain't 'bout all that talkin, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's
Got a scope, on the barrel, that's a hammer witta camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nuttin' but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang, kill a nigga in public, Young TUNECHI!
Shoot a nigga ass up, then it's deuces
Head shots, that fuckin vest is so useless
Yeaaaah! Yo Chuck, FUCK these niggaz!
You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigguh!
WHAOW!!! YOUNG MULA BAAAAAY-BAAAAAY!!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bottles And Rockin' J S (Remix)"
(feat. Dj Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous, Wayne And Teyana Tay)

"Bottles And Rockin' J S (Remix)"
(feat. Dj Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous, Wayne And Teyana Tay)



Ayo Game, what they do boy
It's DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6′s on
I'm all about gettin' money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin' bottles
Shit, them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation

All I know is bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill 'em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin'
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I'm heading
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's, a pair of another 11's
They really banging all the way down to the gutter
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill 'em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin'
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
Probably feelin' models up
Let me wrap a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

Bitches, I'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60G's a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin' fast and clippin' dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Frankie Muller that Chopard
My new bitches must ménage, I'm a G

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

Bottles and rockin' J's
Smokin' and sippin' Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grey's, that's Monday
Them Space jams that's Tuesday
That Spike Lee's on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches
13′s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday
And Friday I ain't lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11′s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I'm reppin'
S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4′s I ain't get it from the store, Buss know

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then it's right back to my muggin' face
Niggas saying put the weed out
BBM, you buggin' face
We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won somethin'
Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothin'
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo's and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin', Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

And I'm smokin' on that purp
Sippin' on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we ain't bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's
Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nothing but bitches and getting' money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot this nigga ass up then it's Deuces
Head shots that fucking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, fuckk these niggas
You know who? PRU
Killer bees nigga

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

 

[fox69]

"Breakfast With Al Pacino"

"Breakfast With Al Pacino"


[Hook:]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please

[Verse 1:]
My life a movie directed by Tarantino, my Lambo lounging the kimo
I'm at that fork in the road like a torturous Hov
I ain't wanna sell blow, I was forced to that stow
See, I was forced to be hard, without multiple goals
So I multiplied and magnified that coke, till I was satisfied
Took oath in my last supply, I kept my tenants classified
My momma ain't know nah
My daddy and my uncles gave me bundles,
Put it on bees I made it bumble
Bred 11's, thou should not stumble
In bed by eleven, that's where she thought but I'm in a jungle,
Sayin no this ain't no training day
I'm on that track, but I put them trains away
And my enemies on this train today
My dreams is where them bangers lay
The sky is where my fingers stay
Unless I bring the K, and choppers making rainy day
Niggas praying to Yezus
Remember before he was famous, yeah!
A younger game would say

[Hook:]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please

[Verse 2:]
And if you must know, nobody's perfect
We screw up, we make mistakes
Have heart breaks, go through hard times
But you need to know that's life
The world ain't full of assholes
But they strategically play
So that you could come across one every day
You know what I'm saying?
Sometimes things that happen in life are not part of a plan
But when that happens, don't give up on your dreams!
Just find another way to reach em,
Just give your food for thought, ladies and gentleman
Worrying won't stop the bad from happening
But it will stop the good from being a joy
Yes sir!

 

[fox69]

"Bulletproof Diaries"
(feat. Raekwon)

"Bulletproof Diaries"
(feat. Raekwon)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game?
How are you my nigga?
Let's get this money, you heard?

[The Game (Raekwon)]
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell
Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?)
I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!"
You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me
I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G.
And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the Bronx

[Raekwon (The Game)]
This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
It's like racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt

[Raekwon]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, man yo Game man
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
We official man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

[The Game (Raekwon)]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock
I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal?

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real
Many may read this man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general niggaz man
All them niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Burn NY"

"Burn NY"


[Intro]
Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Nigga Haze said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Funk Flex said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the city Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Kay Slay said Let it Burn, So I'ma let New York Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.

[Verse 1]
I'm on fire, fully on fire
My dawgs up north hear this, they gonna riot
I'm talking Red Cross, P.O.'s in their riot gear
What's this I'm hearing, New York's Big [?] yea?
Well now I'm here, ain't you glad?
All my dudes that held it down, I want to thank you fam
Thank you Kiss, WOW that's some gangsta shit
I'm going hard for New York until they clank my wrists, again
And since Wayne caught his locked up inside my pen
I've been watching from the side, I've been taking it in
Now I'm playing to win, I ain't playin' nigga
Play me I aim at your chin, then I'm straight to the pen
Do my time, come home and I'ma make it again
Glad to see Kim and Jim [?] making amends
Niggas makin em ends, instead of hatin on friends
We can all be Dame Dash and Jay on the bench
Throw my Yankee on, then I straighten the brim
Niggas disrespect my city, then he takin a swim
Got it fucked up looking for a King
One buried in Brooklyn, the other's in Sing-Sing

[Chorus]
Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Mr.C said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Clue said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the city Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Mel said Let it Burn, So I'ma let New York Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.

[Verse 2]
Nigga we can take it back to Illmatic or God's Son
Or we can blaze one for Big L, the good die young
Us niggas, in the Bronx, talking bout "Why Pun?"
Everybody mama in the hood talking "My Son"
Nope it's Mysonne, the hood's rap icon
New York's been dark and I'm back to turn the lights on
Back to when Tyson had us like "Yo the fight's on"
The fresh champion hoodie with my spikes on
With my christ on, gettin my dice on
Nigga it's the Bronx, you know I got my knife on
I rep the sewers and subways till I'm under that
Drop the beat, yo Flex let's bring the tunnel back
My city's shitty, sometimes my city's Diddy
Sometimes we cock hammers and get to the nitty gritty
Niggas dying out in New York looking for a King
He's buried in Brooklyn, the other's in Sing-Sing

[Chorus]
Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
The boy MB said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Absolute said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the city Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Silkk said Let it Burn, So I'ma let New York Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.

[Verse 3]
What you niggas wanna hear about the lights and shit?
How I be all up in my mink with my ice and shit?
Nah I’m too gully, yea the Bronx bully
Knockin on your door with the goons and the fully
On some Larry Davis shit, shooting through the door
What you expect? It's the apple we rotten to the core
Funk Flex, it's time to kill two birds with one stone
Yo Fif, "Hate it or love it", you and Game should do a song
Somebody tell Joe that Mys ain't with the BS
We both from the BX, so it's still TS
That's for the Cuban nigga and my Cubans
Sometimes it gets wild out here, Rick Rubin
On the FDR, the six moving, two strikers, Rikers, Lifers
Can't be stupid, so next time you get lost lookin for a king
Take a ride to Brooklyn, to visit the Sing-Sing

[Chorus]
Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
My girl Angie said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Funk Styles said Let it Burn, So I'ma let the city Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
Kutt said Let it Burn, So I'ma let New York Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.

 

[fox69]

"Business Never Personal"
(feat. JT)

"Business Never Personal"
(feat. JT)



[The Game]
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain't nuttin you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South clickin
Cause ain't nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

[JT]
They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane
Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone
My whole crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines
Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin (knowin)
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowin
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?

[Chorus]