WW] You know I'm here, G You got my back, black? [AG] You know it's like that [WW] If you need me [AG] You know I'm here, G You got my back, black? [WW
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get
show her in I was like show her in? Neva that oh no, anybody in the streets know that that's a no no So no I would never ever ever ever Baby Ima G yeah
her bank account increase She got a condo with a view, a house with a pool Her son is 26 but he just went away to school She always show me pictures
, 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
hat, red sweatsuit to match, red Adidas, Nigga Game is back [Hook:] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change, I've been in this game, it's a
locin' backing up Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a
, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from L.A
it out (G-Unot!) [Chorus - The Game] Bitches only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit Niggaz only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit The hood only feel ya shit just
I'd carry the heat for ya First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya Put Compton on my back when you was in
the lil thugs turned sissy And Mase traded holy water for some Formula 50 Tell niggaz come get me, I got a glock nine I'ma window shoppa cause I ain't got drop a
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian
Out Yo P Go See Beenz And Break Em Out Show These Young Dummies What Beefin All About Yea A Real Nigga Aint Chris A Real Nigga Aint Neef A Real Nigga
come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot Here come
slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
traded holy water for some Formula 50 Y'all niggaz come get me, I got a glock nine I'm a window shoppa cuz I ain't got drop a dime
back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop
