The Game - Nuthin' But a Game Thang lyrics
[The Game - Nuthin' But a Game Thang lyrics]
Haha, the drama king motherfuckas'
Addicted to beef pt 2, The Game
Is in New York in Converse, ha
Come to Cali get jumped in the gang
If you ain't a crip like Snoop
Or a blood like Game
Niggas'll run upon you and snatch your chain
Leave you on the ground
Leakin' that purple rain
'Cause you fuckin' with the Compton hoodrats
If you blowin' out her back and back in
She unloadin' a clip out your ratchet
That's how it happen tell Carmelo
For the right price I'll
Get his drink embezzled
And send her back to Denver
All I want in return
Is to autograph Andre Miller
That's gangster 45 stainless
Me?! I ain't ever gotta' tuck my chain in
You want beef I'll show you what pain is
You ain't gotta ask Marshall Mathers
What my name is
Come to Compton I'll show you
Where the 'caine is
Got up to 9-5 since Buck came in
Cops come I'mma dash like Damon
'Till these S dots start makin' my feet hurt
Then put a million in the
Nikes that LeBron wear
And they need work should've
Came with a T-shirt
G-Unit hogtied, niggas feed first
While your bitch suckin' Tony Yayo
'till her knees hurt
You better suck him like he just came home
Then he went back in, then he just came home
And the beef won't be a day long
'Cause I'll put 5 niggas in
Place like an NBA zone
And you can shoot your way out
Or pull a K out
But when the smoke clear everybody laid out
At the scene, then slide of in a
Six-trey Impala dragon green
If I crash that I'mma' paint the wagon cream
So I can put that in Lowrider Magazine
If I don't win I'm takin' jewelry
Pattin' jeans
I don't care if you 7 foot with packing Gs
I got a full black jacket
Thing and a black magazine
So don't make my ratchet sing
Unless you feel like doin' your casket thing
In the church where it might
Hear around a Jackson theme
In Compton it got average fiends
We got the ones
That run in your house and kill
You for a plasma screen
They'll do anything to put the
Rock in the antenna
Have you spittin' to O-Boy like Juelz Santana
I dipped in your set, red bandana
With a bitch from Harlem
That only speak spanish
But she know what the plan is
And back to her man crib
She got ass like she from Atlanta
Fuck her brains out then slide
On my G6 canvas
Like I play softball, pitch rock underhanded
Dre made it happen now I'm G-Unit branded
Bitch yeah motherfucka'
First nigga on the West Coast
That holds two mixtapes
On the East Coast back to back motherfuckas'
Suck my dick
Ain't nothin of y'all can do to stop
(the City of Compton) , hahaha
Yeah motherfuckas'
I'm in New York like a Yankee fitter
Somebody call the NYPD
Send that boy back to Cali
'fore I fuck somebody up
Aftermath, G-G-G-G-Unit
Addicted to beef pt 2, The Game
Is in New York in Converse, ha
Come to Cali get jumped in the gang
If you ain't a crip like Snoop
Or a blood like Game
Niggas'll run upon you and snatch your chain
Leave you on the ground
Leakin' that purple rain
'Cause you fuckin' with the Compton hoodrats
If you blowin' out her back and back in
She unloadin' a clip out your ratchet
That's how it happen tell Carmelo
For the right price I'll
Get his drink embezzled
And send her back to Denver
All I want in return
Is to autograph Andre Miller
That's gangster 45 stainless
Me?! I ain't ever gotta' tuck my chain in
You want beef I'll show you what pain is
You ain't gotta ask Marshall Mathers
What my name is
Come to Compton I'll show you
Where the 'caine is
Got up to 9-5 since Buck came in
Cops come I'mma dash like Damon
'Till these S dots start makin' my feet hurt
Then put a million in the
Nikes that LeBron wear
And they need work should've
Came with a T-shirt
G-Unit hogtied, niggas feed first
While your bitch suckin' Tony Yayo
'till her knees hurt
You better suck him like he just came home
Then he went back in, then he just came home
And the beef won't be a day long
'Cause I'll put 5 niggas in
Place like an NBA zone
And you can shoot your way out
Or pull a K out
But when the smoke clear everybody laid out
At the scene, then slide of in a
Six-trey Impala dragon green
If I crash that I'mma' paint the wagon cream
So I can put that in Lowrider Magazine
If I don't win I'm takin' jewelry
Pattin' jeans
I don't care if you 7 foot with packing Gs
I got a full black jacket
Thing and a black magazine
So don't make my ratchet sing
Unless you feel like doin' your casket thing
In the church where it might
Hear around a Jackson theme
In Compton it got average fiends
We got the ones
That run in your house and kill
You for a plasma screen
They'll do anything to put the
Rock in the antenna
Have you spittin' to O-Boy like Juelz Santana
I dipped in your set, red bandana
With a bitch from Harlem
That only speak spanish
But she know what the plan is
And back to her man crib
She got ass like she from Atlanta
Fuck her brains out then slide
On my G6 canvas
Like I play softball, pitch rock underhanded
Dre made it happen now I'm G-Unit branded
Bitch yeah motherfucka'
First nigga on the West Coast
That holds two mixtapes
On the East Coast back to back motherfuckas'
Suck my dick
Ain't nothin of y'all can do to stop
(the City of Compton) , hahaha
Yeah motherfuckas'
I'm in New York like a Yankee fitter
Somebody call the NYPD
Send that boy back to Cali
'fore I fuck somebody up
Aftermath, G-G-G-G-Unit