Game, DJ Skee - 400 Bars (The Skeemix) lyrics

It's been a long time
Get re-acquainted with the world famous
You know how on point my aim is
Long range sniper's, clash of the titan's
Chrome pipen'
In this 300 like Leonidas
Snub in the bubblegoose
Riding down the interstate
Where fiends put them needles in they
Arm and let 'em penetrate
Leanin' sideways with my fitted straight
The 27's on point
The paint job a New York minute late
Check my Audemar, no cloud's in my stones
Project's ringin'
Standin' by the corner store
Two Glocks on me, BANG BANG if you wanna war
That was '05, now we ballin' on this tour
Screamin' out "Thug Life"
Pourin' Belve on ya whore
Money I'm involved with it


Wake up and ball with it
Kobe/Gasol with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot
Before I had a goatee, I used to bag the Oz
(Yeah, fish-scale nigga, What up Ghost!?)
Then stash 'em by the oak tree
Move it by the coke leaf
Drama let the llama Knick
Niggas like Charles Oakley
Nigga don't insult me
I banana boat B.R.C.K.S.'s
And stuff 'em in the Lexus
I'm sitting fat like Precious
Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clips on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout to ball
Louis bag the fuckin' mall
Bitches, money and fast cars
Nigga I want it all
(Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all)
Nascar Game, why the fuck would I stall!?
I'm the franchise nigga, Chris fucking Paul!
Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch
You the truck and all
Withdrawal 200 thousand
And then FUCK it off!
King of the hill
Gotta dime bitch cuttin' raw
She bagged the last nick', I unzip
She suck it soft
Black Superman, yeah, I'm above the law
I put this hollowtip a quarter
Inch above ya jaw
Eat out a FUCKIN' straw!
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch
Smellin' like a skunk
It's a wrap, I rap, when I wrap the punk
Throw me in the gang module and
Tell 'em wrap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga, no Captain Crunch
This for my dog nigga's that
Eat cat's for lunch
I'm hungry like I ain't trapped in month's
So nigga act and stunt, my Glock pack a punch
Or I can Heckler-Koch, and seal your pine box
Leave your head wrapped for months
While I pass the blunt
To my niggas, we all Roc'd out
What's up Jigga?
Sometimes I be in BK
With Fab' on the freeway
Lincoln Continental and I copped
It off a eBay
I pop cham. like it's my b day, horse power
Under my hood like it's an olympic relay
My flow right on time, no delay
I raise a million dollars
Send it off to Chile
(Word to my red cross
I don't fuck with the Red Cross)
I'm All-Madden nigga, EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on 3 Way
Them 28's, that's my DJ, they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never rented shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tinted shit
Diddy and Mike Epps
I'm All About The Benjamins
In it for the benefit's
I'll be down in Ten to 6
Tell 'em get me a
Porterhouse and some eggs-Benedict
Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry
And I'm living it, I be out in Venice, shit
They say Weezy-Jordan
Nigga I'm on my Pippen shit
They say Drake-Lebron
I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck
It, I'm Derek Fisher
Shit!
Long as I'm in the starting five
I'm a get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton
I would get it in!
I was OutKast'd... Andre Benjamin
Now I slide through with
My Dominican woman friend
(She like puttin' No Ceilings in, yeah)
Giuseppe Heels, expensive wines, Perri seal
It ain't tricking
I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big Phantom's, sweet wheels
Back seat like a club
Make them bitches eat pills
Take Patrone shots to the
Purse with chrome Glocks
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it
Nigga I had the kill it!
I was the turtle in the race
I made the rabbit feel it!
(Yeah, keep runnin' nigga)
Housing by the subway
Feel it through the projects
Come through the Murcialago, a foreign object
Number one prospect
The day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unleashed a fuckin' bastard!
Don't respect none of you niggas
Get in the casket!
Talking ratchets
Never touched a fuckin' automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars and runnin'
Throw it with my other classics
(Drama you should've warned these niggas
I'm bout to kill 'em)
Yeah, trash bag it, this is crack
And I know you been fiendin' for this
Come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck the Plaques
Ain't on no beef shit
But it's still FUCK the rats!
And when I'm in New York
I set a bunch of traps
Put the cheese where they can see
It, and if you stunt
You clapped
Catch 'em in the club
That's when I stomp 'em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
(I tell you bout these fucking rats)
They either snitch or bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it
I hate fucking rats!
Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cap
Sit back watch the NBA play-offs
And roll a bat
Yeah, real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the wall
Like a fucking Phathead
Two nines on your back, Warren Sapp, yeah!
This my block and you niggas can't trap here
Unless you wanna get clapped
Here, head wrapped
Yeah
I'm killing niggas
I should have a hundred tat tears
Celebrate your death
Toast bottles and clap beers
It's gon' be a cold summer
Come through like burr!
The red Phantom bullshittin, the 25
Steve Kerr
The beat insane
Just Blaze in this mothafucka
The cars outside
The 'K is in this mothafucka
I should let off a couple
Strays in this mothafucka
Fuck that
I'm tryna get laid in this mothafucka
(Yo, tell your friends to get
With my friends... Yeah)
Meet me in the parking lot
License plate Aftermath
Screamin' out "Fuck 50"
Wouldn't snitch for half his cash
If he wasn't such a bitch
Nobody would've had to blast
They stood us down in Jacksonville
Don't make me have to wrap ya Jag'
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez
Unpackin bags
With bitches that speak French
How you say: "catch a cab"
I don't trip Euros, I don't trip Pounds
I bowlin' ball bitches
Till I knock 'em all down
(Like the '93 Pac, I Get Around)
Duffles by the staircase
Crack by the backdoor
Navigate my way through the South
I used to trap ho
All the way through Queensbidge
Moving packs yo
Might've lost a couple friends
But I got my gat though
Blast fo'
My Rap foes could never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds
When I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in that
Truck with the crash board
With the mag low
Give you everythin you ask for
Sometimes, I can be a fucking asshole
In the bank with my mask on
Look at this nigga A-R
Don't take your fucking mask off
Bitch empty out the cash drawer
We on a suicide mission
But we don't give fuck
Cause if we make it out
Bigger house bigger truck
I'm in a strip club with a Glock
Nigga what!?
Gimme your bitch
She got a cuter face and bigger butt
I ain't gon' do shit but
Pour champagne on her
Hit it from the back and watch half
Of the Laker game on her
(Don't put that back on
Too many cum stains on it)
Run a train on her, call Cartoon
Have 'em tattoo my name on her
Star Trak too
You know what? Fuck it, Aftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then
Take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Had a spot in the Jungles till
The fuckin Fed's found it
Momma, your son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches
(Don't even think about it
We got cameras
Dogs and guns)
Ask Pe-Pe, he was there, he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on
Some Oscar The Grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out
Time to re-route shit
Settle down in Mississippi
Gotta down South click
And my niggas like
"we ain't know all about this"
And any nigga ever snitch
Got his fuckin' mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fuckin' throat slit
Cut 'em like Filet Mignon and
Throw em off a boat
Bitch!
Feed 'em to the sharks then dock the yacht
Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off his niggas
On some trench coat shit
It's a drug war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you
Up and hit ya man next
Come through on some retarded shit
Just sprayin' techs
Where my dogs at? tell 'em
I'm crazier then DMX
Lazier then Chinese eyes
When I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I ain't talking where
The muffins' at
(Roll up the sour diesel if you want nigga)
I split open the dutch
Then I'm stuffin' that
You should get a flight to California
Come fuck with that
That's all you, go ahead
Hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and
Hit Young Buck with that
Don't bring nothin' back
Border Patrol cuffin that
I ain't trying see the pen
And have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real early, keep lunchin fags
This shit easy
You Rap niggas my punchin bags
(I got some combinations nigga, Pacquio shit)
Talkin 'bout you poppin tags
Talkin 'bout u poppin Cris'
Where u get it poppin at?
Nigga u ain't poppin shit
But a X pill, as I turn the Lex' wheels
I got a mean Phantom, very upset grill
Tell'em why you mad son
That nigga pulled a fast one
You know who you are
When I see you that's ya ass son
But I'm in the club
Throwin' shots like my last gun
It's 2o'clock, YURR, gotta make a cash run
(Yo, go get the truck from around the corner
Tell Wack I'll meet 'em outside)
Into the 7-11 bout to blast one
This nigga A-R will not keep
His fuckin' mask on
Deal with it when we get to the crib
You niggas is wildin'! Wait till
We get to the crib
And split this fuckin' money up
Hit the block and dummy up
Shave the onion, slice it down the middle
That's a tummy tuck
That's how we do it in Compton
FUCK the Police!
Defend my hood like an NHL goalie
(Sometimes it's cold on these
Mothafuckin' streets nigga)
Iced out Rollie
And I still remember everythin'
That Dre told me
Red Polo fleece, sippin on that O.E
Never been to jail cause I never had a cold D
Do it just like the O.G.'s
Cut the Impala in half, insert the gold D's
Then bounce this mothafucka till it
Got a slow leak
Flatbed pick it up and you know me
I'm goin with the car, all night, no sleep
(Gotta get this mothafucker back
On the strip)
Next day we in the red Phantom, 4 deep
Kids runnin up to the car
Block off the whole street
It's the ice cream man like the Ol' P
Cali like the Lion's o-line
It's where the holes
(hoes) be
BC runnin shit like a nose bleed
Don't get it confused or screwed like Codine
More swag then the niggas from the show-me
That's ya bitch I'm bout to
Mac her like Goldie
(Shit, together we can rule the world baby)
Blacked out Cartier, Four Season's caviar
Spray a lil Diddy on it
That'll get their panties off
Nigga see me in the lobby
Lookin like "damn he soft"
Catch me outside where I can
Let this cannon off
Soo to the Woo, bet I let this cannon off
And put everything in the clip
Right where u standin
Dog
Ride off in a Mazi' like can I ball?
For the bucks
I'm tryna get it like Brandon dog
(Young Money clearly NBA rookie of the year)
I'm still standin tall wish
The Twin Towers was
Take innocent lives
That's the type of shit a coward does
I'm just reminiscin', smokin' on the sour
Blood
Take a couple more hit's and pass
The shit around the bus
U can't tell me shit I
Done seen a thousand drugs
Hundred rounds in ten drums
That's a thousand slugs
One day I flipped the kitchen table
Found a bug
Kept lookin', found another one
Right around the subs
(Ayyo, Fed's can u hear me? God damn)
I was takin a shit
Then I seen one by the tub
Feedin' my fish
There's a wire right by the rug
Dumb mothafuckers this is not where
They buy the drugs
That's Salami in the kitchen
That we fryin up
The world full of bitches
All the niggas dyin' up
They strechin' niggas out for crack
All the fiends tryin dust
We got some mean smokers for the
Sack they tie u up
Quarter sack and get the pound
Brick burn the house down
(The connect ain't gon' think
That shit is funny)
The fuck these niggas laughin at? Run up
U got some cash in that?
Knock on ya momma's door
Ya head sittin' in a bassinette
While I'm on a G4, smokin' up half the jet
All season in New York
Smokin' up half the Jets
246 bars ain't broke half a sweat
Just got half a mil'
Gave the hood half the check
And I done shot it out with
Probly over half the 'jects
Sometimes just for the love, the other half
Respect
(That's that HOOD shit
I'm livin' GOOD bitch)
Out of my mind like breakin' off half an X
Movin through Hollywood faster than
A bag a Meth
Yup, nigga's better watch they step
'Less they in a fraternity
But that ain't concernin' me
Let's get back on this ape shit
Back to the basics
Cold words
Flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix
Yeah, Betty Crocker that
Then hit the block with that
Cut off khakis
House shoes and a stockin' cap
(Hit the Swapmeet... Get me some white T's
Red-tip socks)
My flow a 38. don't make me
Have to cock it back
Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring
The old Rocket's back
Two holes in ya face where ya sockets at
Bring the whole hood out and show
'em how to drop a rat
They got them brand new Porsche's out
I'm coppin that
V12 under the hood, ain't no stock in that
Panoramic sunroof
Me and this chick watchin glass
My hood is like cameras in the bumper
Watch ya ass
(Get ya ass smoked around these parts
Youngin')
What the fuck u thought? Ride
Up bangin Too Short
Smoke u like a Newport
Nigga this ain't New York
I be in the jungle with lions
Or in the zoo lost
Or with my wolves that's dyin'
To get they tools off
City Of Angels, be careful who you cross
Niggas'll run in Mr.Chow's and take
Them fuckin' jewels off
Rappin' all that goon shit
We all know that u soft
A baby's ass in the
Martha Stewart face cloth
(Or a box of cotton
Stay pushed 'til your rotten)
So, nigga you stay on your Rap shit
While I stay on my trap shit
My, bust a gat shit
Busta hit me like: "u
Wrote 400 that quick?"
Naw, 282 and that's just
Cause the track sick
120 more, welcome to the liquor store
Same one that frog sent me
Lil' nigga get the raw
And I did it, Cedar Block, I'm with it
Who you think got all these
Niggas in them Cincinnati fitted's?
(Yeah, took America and Ken Griffey'd that)
7-5-8's, throw on my crown
Throw on my khakis
Then brush the Nike's down
Jump in the 'Lac and push to Nike town
Where Them Space Jam's? I
Need 'em right NOW!
Jordan sweatsuit on, OH Let's Do It!
Go Wocka Flocka on them nigga's
In these new kicks
You know how that go, new kick's, new whip
Blue 6, loc'in on the set like a new Crip
(That line was so crazy I
Had to say that shit
Blood)
Interior coke white, smooth like Cool Whip
Sold the shit to Rick Ross, 80 thou'
A cool flip
Then I got that vibrant thing, my lil' Q-tip
That Maserati a problem
Especially with the dual shift
0 to 60, and WHOO! It's like a mule kick
I swear to God like the
Preacher in the pool pit
Speakin of pools, mine heated
Come through bitch
Long as it's La Perla
I don't care who you come through with
(Canadian, Spanish, French, nigga whatever)
Minage in the deep end, head on the back end
I wanna fuck the Asian bitch
Next time leave your fat friend
Why the fuck y'all in the
Honda all packed in?
Headed to Inglewood, say wassup to Mack 10
Say wassup to Glock 9
I'm back on you nigga's heads
L.A. would be a ghost-town if
I wanted nigga's dead
Run with my Goon Squad cause more
Than half you nigga's Fed's
It's either that
You ATF or one of 50's friend's
(I see the wires hangin'
Out you nigga's Levi's)
Well fuck it though cause the
Nigga did let me in
But he ain't wanna see the
Game in HD on ESPN
I think the boy's John-in'
We was the best of friends
Then shit flipped
Went to his holmes like I was Mexican
We all know the rest
Put the burner to his chest
Hit him with "300 Bars" and let
The streets do the rest
Yes! Terror is over you can eat now, Jayceon
(Jason) killed Freddy
The WHOLE world can SLEEP now!
(Dream-snatcher, that's ME now)
Take your money lay yo' bitch
Ass on the beach now
I can see it, a G-Unit beach towel
Another man on it
Ya'll 'bout to tan on it?
Send some lil' goons by to kick
Some fuckin' sand on it
We ain't watchin', go 'head nigga
Jam on it
Damn homie in high school you
Was the man homie
You was lucky in Manhattan, the clip jammed
But come to Cali you a
Moose in some quicksand
(Sink nigga
Like a fuckin' boat with bullet-holes in it)
Buttersoft Banks, you a bitch man
Me and you was cool 'til
50 unscrewed your kickstand
And Yayo
Turn in your senior citizen wristband
Slap the shit out you for @LilHenchman
And just like the old days
I play the bench man
Dre play the big hand
I'm cool with the 6th man
Never selfish nigga
I'm eatin shellfish nigga
My legacy will never die
The black Elvis nigga
(Come check me out in Graceland nigga
Pull the guitar out and e'rrything)
Glock by my pelvis, clip by the waistline
On the block like Chris Bosh
Shoot it from the baseline
We at the 350 mark, it's break time
(Ayyo, go get the L out the car man
Naw, this Purple Haze nigga
I'm 'bout to roll this shit up
Get high nigga
Finish this mothafuckin' "400 Barz"
Naw, my key's right there... By that
By that, Cocunut Ciroc... Yeah
Let's Go
Yo, and tell The Runners I'm hungry man
Get me some Frech Toast, Bacon and shit)
Run up on you with 50 bean's and 50 chef's
Niggas thinkin' it's a game
Tryna push "select"
Call a time out, like I'm OUT!
All these soft ass Rappers
Fakin' the crime route
Niggas got real quiet now that Shyne out
Don't make me smuggle 'em outta Belize
And pull them 9's out
Niggas scared now, my Goon Squad here now
We turnin' on the headlights and
Runnin over deer's now
(Yeah... All up in the wood's
What's good!?)
And I'm the only one you
Rap niggas should fear now
You see a G-Unit poster
You better tear it down
I'm talkin' to you mothafucker
So turn around
The beef forever lives
Never ever put ya burner down
I beat the shit out these niggas
They Tina Turner now
Stripped of their manhood
Ass naked like they Shermin' out
While I peel the top on the
Block and just burn it out
Hit the strip club with my niggas
And just turn it OUT!
(Ayyo, that's Jeezy mothafuckin' Lambo'?
Shit cold nigga)
They got free hot wings
They bringin full serving's out
It's all good, we straight
Time to perm' it out
Katt Williams, run up in ya house, tie you up
And make you watch while we
Run through your spouse
Rip off her fuckin' blouse! Tiger
Woods been in this?
No thank you, pass that bitch to Menace
Get what I came for
Stuff it inside the Range doors
380 bars and get ready for the main course
(Yo, gimme a couple of them napkins
A salad fork... I'm starvin' nigga)
June 15th, one of us gotta change course
But not the one that spit 400
Blunt'd and ain't hoarse
8 plaques on the wall, hang yours
Before you get one, I'll probly have 8 more
It never been about the money with me
Just been about tryna get my
Nigga somethin' to eat
Take 'em on a couple of tours
Get 'em somethin' to beat
Never satisfied
That's why we keep the gun's on his feet
(Yeah... All I know is block's
Glock's and Ciroc... Let's Get It)
Who got a blunt I can chief?
Nigga's runnin around like Indians
But near not one of'em chief
Killa California, I'm just one of the beasts
Take a fuckin' blood bath and
Bathe myself with the beef
(UHH)
It's the home stretch but I
Ain't even home yet
Only thing can stop me, is ME
I'm my own threat
Eatin' Lobster's, writin' Al Capone checks
I still ain't on the level
Of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet
(Nigga's gon' learn, respect
The veteran's... Nigga
Apologize to Cube)
But after this year, and after this here
Niggas won't see the throne
For another 6 years
P.S. mothafucker, ain't no bitch here!
I'm goin' out the same way I came in
5th gear
I see the finish line, SHIT YEAH!
(It's time to celebrate
Kanary bring that Cris' here
Sticks tell Crack bring the
Car around the back)
400 and 6 bars... BITCH, it's a WRAP!