Not *echoing*
Blackwall Street
The Game
Beach Boy
Charli Baltimore
He wears a red bandana
Rockstar
We are the Black Gang
Free Shye
Motherf**kers
He wears a red bandana
On the front of murder talk
He wears a
On the cover of the source you see
He wears a red bandana
The whole world know
He wears a
Every n***a in the hood know
He wears a red bandana
50 told the NYPD
He wears a
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that
He wears a red bandana
All the Pirus know
He wears a
Even my crip n***az know
He wears a red bandana
Chea chea
Dear God let me clense my soul throw away all the rims and the gold
O no I can't do that do I love God True dat but I got a gun so move back
I'm loco like 5 eases in the side of Chevelle ridin on low pros
I'm a renegade ride with the 44 been a gangbanger all my life f**k the popo
I ain't never been a cocky kid know they could kill me if they shot Pac and Big
But I let my bandana hang in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo way before I met 50 Banks Buck and Yayo
Ask Eminem even Dr Dre knows I put one in last ten in the range rov
Used to push that rock like Jay Hov you better lay low when the ak blow
Or get wings and a halo run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the n***a they gotta pray for
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I said run to the hood and tell 'em
I'm the n***a they gotta pray for lay low and stay low
On the front of murder talk
He wears a
On the cover of the source you see
He wears a red bandana
The whole world know
He wears a
Every n***a in the hood know
He wears a red bandana
50 told the NYPD
He wears a
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that
He wears a red bandana
All the Pirus know
He wears a
Even my crip n***az know
He wears a red bandana
Chea chea
I'm a gangbanger don't get it f**ked up
You ain't never bang you ain't never laces chucks up
So how the f**k you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason n***az is bangin the NYC
Makin bulls**t threats on the M I C
I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep
I live comfortably with a red rag tied
Around the 45 in case n***a try to come for me
Mad cause I started my own company
I don't know what the f**k n***az want from me
Except something for free
Before The Documentary dropped you b***h n***az wasn't bumpin me
And to some degree I gotta keep that 4 5th under me I don't run from beef
It's either cock back squeeze
Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of
Compton
And my grandmother died before I was multi
Wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high
High off c*****e my introduction to the d**e game came in 85 watchin soul train
Mama told me I was the future and one day I'd be high like Soul Plane
Just don't bang/but back then
I'd do anything for a jheri curl and a gold chain
N***az always got something to say
Like they ain't never bumped N W A
Punk n***az talk s**t but when they need hits they come runnin to Dre
N***az come to LA when they need to talk
Cause Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks
Bush killed more n***az in the towers then gangbanging ever did
That's why they need New York
On the front of murder talk
He wears a
On the cover of the source you see
He wears a red bandana
The whole world know
He wears a
Every n***a in the hood know
He wears a red bandana
50 told the NYPD
He wears a
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that
He wears a red bandana
All the Pirus know
He wears a
Even my crip n***az know
He wears a red bandana
Yeah motherf**kers
Chuck Taylor
Oh you thought I forgot about that alias huh
I'm going back to my roots
G Unit is dead
As a staff a record label and a motherf**kin group
Your clothes can't sell
Your shoes are straight garbage
Your movies suck
Chicken Little killed you n***a
Hahahaha *echos*
How you like it n***a
I took your style
I ain't doin no third verse
I'm just talk to you n***a
Like you do when you get mad at me cause you can't f**k with me lyrically motherf**ker
You gonna do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks
You like the rap Linsey Lohan you f**kin faggot
Write 8 bars about me n***a
I do this s**t all day 50
Curtis Jackson
Boo Boo
Marcus Snitch
Blackwall Street C E O motherf**ker
Hurricanes in stores December 26th
Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin the DVDs in stores December 6th
It's a tell all n***a
Wait till my movie come out
I'm glad it ain't based on my life
With that knock off 8 Mile s**t
You could never be Eminem motherf**ker
You ain't lyrically inclined enough to be Jay Z Nas B I G or Pac
And in the modern day today tomorrow next week
You can't f**k with The Game n***a
Out
