The Game - Died Too Soon lyrics

I don't do much
Sit on the block in that lavendar Range
Waitin' for fiends, pass 'em the caine
Y'all niggas is lame
Y'all don't really want beef with the Game
Give 'em a hundred thou, ease his pain
You don't ride through the 'hood
Motherfucker that ain't your Navy 6
All you do is drive Jay-Z's shit
Nigga you ain't hardcore
Nigga you ain't never won no awards
Only stood behind Dame when he
Was thankin' the lord
You a fag
Nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill
And state property' the closest you
Ever been to a mill
You ain't hot with that wack
Ass album you dropped
The whole Roc know Beans came
And took your spot
You a joke, tax write off for Russell and Hov
Why you think they keep you around
When you only went gold
Whoo Kidd let him know who
Put the B-I in bitch
Faggot
Couldn't sell a record with
T.I. and Trick Daddy
Nigga talkin' that shit, I crush him
And this ain't got nothin' to
Do with Quik and Busta

I don't do much
Sit on the block in that lavendar Range
Waitin' for fiends, pass 'em the caine
Y'all niggas is lame
Y'all don't really want beef with the Game
Give 'em a hundred thou, ease his pain
You don't ride through the 'hood
Motherfucker that ain't your Navy 6
All you do is drive Jay-Z's shit
Nigga you ain't hardcore
Nigga you ain't never won no awards
Only stood behind Dame when he
Was thankin' the lord
You a fag
Nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill
And state property' the closest you
Ever been to a mill
You ain't hot with that wack
Ass album you dropped
The whole Roc know Beans came
And took your spot
You a joke, tax write off for Russell and Hov
Why you think they keep you around
When you only went gold
Whoo Kidd let him know who
Put the B-I in bitch
Faggot
Couldn't sell a record with
T.I. and Trick Daddy
Nigga talkin' that shit, I crush him
And this ain't got nothin' to
Do with Quik and Busta