[Intro: Game & Young Rob]
Young Rob what's good my nigga?
Chuck what' up with you
Shit, in here holdin' it down man. When you gonna come see a nigga, put somethin' on my books man
Yeah, I just shopped you something the other day, it should be getting to you. Like the next day or two
Yeah yeah, I'm fuckin' with you nigga. Bitch came to my fuckin' bail, came to my cell nigga said 'I had like 2.2 on my books. What I wanna buy?' Told that bitch give me a motherfuckin' million dollars worth of playboy books
You know I had to keep a nigga' books right?
Yeah yeah, you keep a nigga flodded man just wait 'till I touch down, I'm gonna be on some shit
You been writin' in there?
Little bit, know what I'm sayin' -- on the walls and shit
Couple bars here couple bars there, been fightin' and shit
You got something I could listen to real quick?
Shit, g-yeah. Check it
[Verse 1: Game]
Most of these rap niggas be fakin', I'm talkin' the throne chases
I diss 'em on any basis, throw Patrón shots to my face and
Stay blunted like jamaicans, the Marleys puffin' the finest cheefa
Fuckin' the finest divas, if I have it I'd like to meet 'cha
Show you how I light the streets up, kill niggas that never speak up
You my fans, sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
If I die, my only wish is my face on some Air-1s (Okay, okay, okay)
My soul's curled, my baby mommas they drive 6s
As for my bitches there's other rappers out there that's trickin'
My only mission was to sell a couple records
Buy a Bentley and drive reckless, a big medallion on my necklace
I 'seen Kane and Rakim do it, so much respect here
Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message
I used to call names out, you niggas dont deserve it
So lame out, die from these bullets 'outta Game's mouth (ooh)
Young Rob what's good my nigga?
Chuck what' up with you
Shit, in here holdin' it down man. When you gonna come see a nigga, put somethin' on my books man
Yeah, I just shopped you something the other day, it should be getting to you. Like the next day or two
Yeah yeah, I'm fuckin' with you nigga. Bitch came to my fuckin' bail, came to my cell nigga said 'I had like 2.2 on my books. What I wanna buy?' Told that bitch give me a motherfuckin' million dollars worth of playboy books
You know I had to keep a nigga' books right?
Yeah yeah, you keep a nigga flodded man just wait 'till I touch down, I'm gonna be on some shit
You been writin' in there?
Little bit, know what I'm sayin' -- on the walls and shit
Couple bars here couple bars there, been fightin' and shit
You got something I could listen to real quick?
Shit, g-yeah. Check it
[Verse 1: Game]
Most of these rap niggas be fakin', I'm talkin' the throne chases
I diss 'em on any basis, throw Patrón shots to my face and
Stay blunted like jamaicans, the Marleys puffin' the finest cheefa
Fuckin' the finest divas, if I have it I'd like to meet 'cha
Show you how I light the streets up, kill niggas that never speak up
You my fans, sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
If I die, my only wish is my face on some Air-1s (Okay, okay, okay)
My soul's curled, my baby mommas they drive 6s
As for my bitches there's other rappers out there that's trickin'
My only mission was to sell a couple records
Buy a Bentley and drive reckless, a big medallion on my necklace
I 'seen Kane and Rakim do it, so much respect here
Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message
I used to call names out, you niggas dont deserve it
So lame out, die from these bullets 'outta Game's mouth (ooh)
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