The Game - Died Too Soon lyrics
[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
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