Made N*GGAZ Rick Ross (Ft. The Game)

Intro: Menace co.....

Verse 1:Rick Ross

Bump me in Fila, my mi-mind thinking in Creole
They call me the chef, you know I fry like Gruyère
Started learning the ropes
Sweat sous in the Lotus
Homie taught me to whip
So he made us a toast
They speak my name like a myth, when they got me a ghost
Picked him up in the sweep
They gave my-my mind the most
They be hard on real (real) gotta stay on my toes
They be watching my twitter, gotta watch what I post
Now it's all 'bout our killers, wrong one to approach
What you spent on ya' video, that went on a coat
Spent a million with Jacob, another several with Johnny
I mean look at the bezel, we got it looking Versace

Verse 2: Game

I AM, like Nas' album cover
28's powder covered
Pillsbury dopeboy, I-I I know all about an oven
I know all about dimes, she know all about a phantom
She be with them dirty birds, I know all about a Lammen
Zone 4, zone 5, zone 6, 7 to ball like Roy Hibbert...7 2
Be on my pimp shit like 19 72
World is my bathroom, I'm shitting, like Devon do
I was born 11 2, 9 in my waist
And I'll buss it baby, put these pliers in ya' face
And when ya see me, I want you to think LeBron and Kobe
Red and yellow diamonds n**ga, shine Rollie
I'm a baller n**ga, swagger scattered me
10 bitches to every n**ga, just like I said