Anything You Ask For The Game (Ft. Bootleg)

[Intro: The Game]
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody 'bout to get knocked the fuck out tonight, man

[Verse 1: The Game]
Niggas think they got the Game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black nine, black Wifey Airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece, and yeah
When the beef cooks, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that means your sheeps is dead
Then I'm going, going, back, back to the block
To dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggas know I'm good with the Glock
They call me Chick Hearns cause if the Game on knock, I'm callin' the shots
I wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm the LOX
Then get gangsta with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die bury me with the Glock
And a bucket of shells in case niggas want drama in hell

[Chorus: Bootleg]
I'll give you anything you ask for
Money over bitches!
Tell me what you blast for
We don't fuck around with snitches!
What you have to smash for?
These niggas tried to play me, man
Anything you ask for
It's all about the Bay, Game