The Game

The Game - 400 Bars lyrics

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Heeyo drama

We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit

Breakfast club

I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room

This aint a mixtape

This is life!



Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous

You know how 0 point my aim is

Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python 

In this 300 like lee knightis

Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate

Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate

Leaning sideways with my fitted straight

With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made



Check my armor no clouds in my stones



Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore

Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war

That was so fly, now we bought anotha store

Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart

Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it

Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it

Chop bricks take trips ot,

We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC



Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this



Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf

Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee

Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses

And stuck em in a lexus

Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace

And I keep them clipse on a dresser

Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all

Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all



Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all



Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr

Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul

Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR

With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off

King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw

She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft



Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law

I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw

ER be fucking strong



Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk

After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk

Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk

Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks

The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch,

This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch

Im hungry like I aint trapped in months

So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch



Or have em catch em when send the pinebox



Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt

To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas

Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway

Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay

I pop champ like its my b day, force power

Under my hood like its an olympic relay

My Flow Rida on time, no delay

I rais a million dollars send it off to CHILE



Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross



Im all mad nigga EA, I'm in VA

Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway

Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit

When I took trips OT, I never winning shit

I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit

Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins

In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six

Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in



Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry



And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit

They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit

They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit

If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit

Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in

Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in

I was outcasted andre, benjamin

Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend



She like putting on sinners in, yeah



You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell

It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills

Big phantoms, sweet wheels

Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills

Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock

Jay Electronica, this a dome shot

So I had to steal it, nigga I had the killin

I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit feelin



Yea keep wantin nigga



Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects

Come to the mucialago or for an object

Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted

Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard

Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket

Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic

Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic

88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics



Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem



Yeah trash baggin, this is crack

And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs

I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks

Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats

And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps

Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap

Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat

Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat



I tell you bout this fucking rats



They even snitch and bend over to catch

No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats

Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat

Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back

Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread

In the hood on the war like a fucking fathead

Two nines on your back one sack, yeah

This my block and you niggas cant trap here



Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah



Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes

Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers

Its gon be a cold summer, come through like burr

The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes

The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka

The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka

I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck

Fuck that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck



Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends



Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath

Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash

If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast

Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack

Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag

With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab

I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds

Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down



Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud



Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor

Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe

Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo

Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though

Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow

Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4

But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board

With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for



Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole



In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon

Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw

We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck

Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck

Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what

Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt

I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her

Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her



Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it



When to train on her, call carl toon

Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2

You know what, fuck it atftermath too

Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it

Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded

Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found

Mama your son got a public announcement

I got 5 million in the walls and the couches



Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and guns



Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it

Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit

A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit

Settle down the Mississippi got her down south click

And my niggas like, we aint know all about this

And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed

You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid

Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch



Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht



Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick

Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit

Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft

Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next

Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text

Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX

Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that

Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack



Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga



I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that

You should get a fight with California, come fuck with that

Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that

Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that

Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that

I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped

I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags

Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag
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