[Intro: Yukmouth]
(Breathe!)
Round two, nigga! I won the first round, nigga!
Go back to the drawin' board, nigga!
(Breathe!)
I'm built for this, baby
Oh yeah, and thanks for the promotion on the radio station!
I love that, nigga, Ya'mean?
(Breathe!)
Quit sayin' my name- keep sayin' my name, baby!
Keep blowin' me up, nigga, and I'ma cut your fuckin' throat, you bitch!
(Breathe!)
The Game play games, nigga!
You a lyin' ass tongue ring faggot!
Fuck The Game, you bitch nigga!
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
I'll crack your back when I'm blastin' the gat
Your lungs collapse like a asthma attack
Nigga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is D-Mac, and ya brotha
And you still got clapped
Lay on ya back and try to
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't from the hood
Your first album went wood
And every week you gettin' slapped by Suge, bitch nigga
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay, man, them Tecs gon' spray
It's like you're boxed in with pepper spray
Nigga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
And don't die, that's the code of the streets
I'll drag you from your '64 by that G-Unit piece
Ya bitch
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef
My Chi niggas got that G-Unit piece
Buck, I know you can't
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you never met Eazy
You're suckin' on my dick, man, your lips too greasy
You gotta
(Breathe!)
Take deep breaths, adjust your tongue ring
While Dre stick his dick in your ass, you pretty young thing (you fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a G-Unit model
I'll fill you up with them hollows
You fall, I follow and watch you wallow
Now try to
(Breathe!)
Nigga war like Waco
My chain glow, I made dough
Since you had that tongue ring and fades on the game show, nigga!
(Breathe!)
You just a mixtape diva and now they G-Unit sneakers
Y'all try to sing them high notes like Aretha
You gotta (Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck Wall Street
A gat to your cheek
And put your brains on the passenger seat
Game over, he can't
(Breathe!)
(Breathe!)
Round two, nigga! I won the first round, nigga!
Go back to the drawin' board, nigga!
(Breathe!)
I'm built for this, baby
Oh yeah, and thanks for the promotion on the radio station!
I love that, nigga, Ya'mean?
(Breathe!)
Quit sayin' my name- keep sayin' my name, baby!
Keep blowin' me up, nigga, and I'ma cut your fuckin' throat, you bitch!
(Breathe!)
The Game play games, nigga!
You a lyin' ass tongue ring faggot!
Fuck The Game, you bitch nigga!
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
I'll crack your back when I'm blastin' the gat
Your lungs collapse like a asthma attack
Nigga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is D-Mac, and ya brotha
And you still got clapped
Lay on ya back and try to
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't from the hood
Your first album went wood
And every week you gettin' slapped by Suge, bitch nigga
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay, man, them Tecs gon' spray
It's like you're boxed in with pepper spray
Nigga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
And don't die, that's the code of the streets
I'll drag you from your '64 by that G-Unit piece
Ya bitch
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef
My Chi niggas got that G-Unit piece
Buck, I know you can't
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you never met Eazy
You're suckin' on my dick, man, your lips too greasy
You gotta
(Breathe!)
Take deep breaths, adjust your tongue ring
While Dre stick his dick in your ass, you pretty young thing (you fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a G-Unit model
I'll fill you up with them hollows
You fall, I follow and watch you wallow
Now try to
(Breathe!)
Nigga war like Waco
My chain glow, I made dough
Since you had that tongue ring and fades on the game show, nigga!
(Breathe!)
You just a mixtape diva and now they G-Unit sneakers
Y'all try to sing them high notes like Aretha
You gotta (Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck Wall Street
A gat to your cheek
And put your brains on the passenger seat
Game over, he can't
(Breathe!)
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