The Game - 400 Bars lyrics

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 it's 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 don't 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
Don't 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 it's my b day, force power
Under my hood like it's 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 don't 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 benefit's 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
Don't 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 it's 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
Don't 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 don't trip Euros, I don't 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
Don't take your fucking mask off
Bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission
But we don't 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

Don't 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

Don't 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
Don't 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