The Game - Stop Talkin’ To The Cops lyrics
[The Game - Stop Talkin’ To The Cops lyrics]
Oh!
50 guess who's back?
Oh!
50, guess who's back, you bitch ass nigga?
Hahaha! It's The Game nigga
Your arch-nemesis
I see'd your lil movie nigga
That shit was aight
I swear I see'd this shit, look
"If you was my best friend..." Ha ha haha
You got beat out by Chicken Little
So that's your name: Chicken Little, bitch!
Nigga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
Nigga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
Nigga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
Nigga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
Guess who's back in this motherfucker?
More beef than USDA
Now who the fuck wanna play
With the California king
Stash box in all 5 of my cars, nigga
Living the California dream
And I ain't gotta pay no cops
All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop
First week 200, that's all he got
Second week 68, and the number 10 spot
Third week 30, 000; fourth week you stop
I guess I'm your psychic
Friend because of G-Unot
And while you talking on the internet
I'm loading slugs in the TEC
Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet
Turning Spider Loc against me
For your benefit
I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet
Real niggas ain't hard to find
Come to your own hood and
Look under the G-Unot sign
Nigga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
Nigga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
Nigga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
Nigga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
G g g g, not!
You bitch ass niggas, I'm back
I been waiting on this, nigga
Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho!
Nigga, you first!
You bitch ass nigga, this is Phat Rat, nigga!
Me and you, nigga. Pay per view, nigga!
We gon' be the under-card of the main event
Nigga
With 50-snitch and my nigga, nigga
And we gon' have another fight, nigga
My cousin Lisa, nigga
She gon' fight, umm, Banks bitch ass nigga
For the card under me and you
You ho ass nigga
I couldn't wait til they cut
This motherfucking mic on
Nigga
Call my bluff, nigga
I ain't no rapper, nigga
But I'm rapping, nigga, like
You wit that bullshit
Nigga
You gon' sit yo old ass down, nigga
You be 36 in December, nigga
Aftermath, nigga! Black Wall Street, nigga!
Oliver!
I was on your bitch ass
Last night on Santa Monica
Nigga!
Nigga, I do my research!
There's a bunch of homosexuals down
There on Santa Monica nigga
Yeah, nigga, I got it on footage
Chasing your bitch ass, Oliver!
You ain't finna fool the people, nigga
Let motherfuckers know
I'mma get yo bitch ass stripped
And take a picture
Nigga
Show your shit swinging because you
Ain't had the operation
Nigga
Tell that bitch ass nigga 50 to pay
For that motherfucker to get sliced off
Nigga
So next time you put some
Shorts on that video
A big ass bulge gon' be sitting there
Nigga
Because I got everybody looking for it, nigga
Nigga balls all squished up like that, nigga
You bitch motherfucker
Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!
Nigga talking 'bout Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Nigga
Yeah nigga, you gon' Die Tryin', nigga!
Nigga Get Rich nigga, bitch ass nigga
Niggas gon' find out you out there, nigga
Tryna
Pay something to happen to somebody; you
Know where they end up
Nigga
They already on all of us, nigga!
Like I tell niggas, nigga
I know about 4 agencies watching me
So therefore, yo bitch ass gon' end up
In one of these California prisons
Nigga!
Then what you gon' do, nigga?!
Martha made it but I guarantee you won't
Nigga!
Black Wall... wait a minute
THE Black Wall Street, nigga!
You better make sure you respect it, nigga
And say "the"
T-H-E, nigga, not T-H-A, nigga!
La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da!
Nigga, I got hooks and all!
Brazil and Wilmington, you bitch ass nigga!
Nigga 50 said that I'm only known
In a 8-block radius. Well, nigga
This the motherfucking 8-block radius
I wanna be known
In. It's motherfucking Beverly Hills, nigga!
Shit, how I get here
Man? You help me? You ain't help me do shit
Sucker ass nigga! I lost
Fans fucking wit you, nigga!
You a motherfucking snitch
The whole world
Know you a snitch, your whole
Family know you a snitch
Even
Your son know you a snitch
Nigga: Gon' tell his teacher he
Been acting bad at home, nigga
Put the nigga on punishment
Nigga; stop telling on him!
50 guess who's back?
Oh!
50, guess who's back, you bitch ass nigga?
Hahaha! It's The Game nigga
Your arch-nemesis
I see'd your lil movie nigga
That shit was aight
I swear I see'd this shit, look
"If you was my best friend..." Ha ha haha
You got beat out by Chicken Little
So that's your name: Chicken Little, bitch!
Nigga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
Nigga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
Nigga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
Nigga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
Guess who's back in this motherfucker?
More beef than USDA
Now who the fuck wanna play
With the California king
Stash box in all 5 of my cars, nigga
Living the California dream
And I ain't gotta pay no cops
All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop
First week 200, that's all he got
Second week 68, and the number 10 spot
Third week 30, 000; fourth week you stop
I guess I'm your psychic
Friend because of G-Unot
And while you talking on the internet
I'm loading slugs in the TEC
Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet
Turning Spider Loc against me
For your benefit
I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet
Real niggas ain't hard to find
Come to your own hood and
Look under the G-Unot sign
Nigga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
Nigga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
Nigga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
Nigga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
G g g g, not!
You bitch ass niggas, I'm back
I been waiting on this, nigga
Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho!
Nigga, you first!
You bitch ass nigga, this is Phat Rat, nigga!
Me and you, nigga. Pay per view, nigga!
We gon' be the under-card of the main event
Nigga
With 50-snitch and my nigga, nigga
And we gon' have another fight, nigga
My cousin Lisa, nigga
She gon' fight, umm, Banks bitch ass nigga
For the card under me and you
You ho ass nigga
I couldn't wait til they cut
This motherfucking mic on
Nigga
Call my bluff, nigga
I ain't no rapper, nigga
But I'm rapping, nigga, like
You wit that bullshit
Nigga
You gon' sit yo old ass down, nigga
You be 36 in December, nigga
Aftermath, nigga! Black Wall Street, nigga!
Oliver!
I was on your bitch ass
Last night on Santa Monica
Nigga!
Nigga, I do my research!
There's a bunch of homosexuals down
There on Santa Monica nigga
Yeah, nigga, I got it on footage
Chasing your bitch ass, Oliver!
You ain't finna fool the people, nigga
Let motherfuckers know
I'mma get yo bitch ass stripped
And take a picture
Nigga
Show your shit swinging because you
Ain't had the operation
Nigga
Tell that bitch ass nigga 50 to pay
For that motherfucker to get sliced off
Nigga
So next time you put some
Shorts on that video
A big ass bulge gon' be sitting there
Nigga
Because I got everybody looking for it, nigga
Nigga balls all squished up like that, nigga
You bitch motherfucker
Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!
Nigga talking 'bout Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Nigga
Yeah nigga, you gon' Die Tryin', nigga!
Nigga Get Rich nigga, bitch ass nigga
Niggas gon' find out you out there, nigga
Tryna
Pay something to happen to somebody; you
Know where they end up
Nigga
They already on all of us, nigga!
Like I tell niggas, nigga
I know about 4 agencies watching me
So therefore, yo bitch ass gon' end up
In one of these California prisons
Nigga!
Then what you gon' do, nigga?!
Martha made it but I guarantee you won't
Nigga!
Black Wall... wait a minute
THE Black Wall Street, nigga!
You better make sure you respect it, nigga
And say "the"
T-H-E, nigga, not T-H-A, nigga!
La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da!
Nigga, I got hooks and all!
Brazil and Wilmington, you bitch ass nigga!
Nigga 50 said that I'm only known
In a 8-block radius. Well, nigga
This the motherfucking 8-block radius
I wanna be known
In. It's motherfucking Beverly Hills, nigga!
Shit, how I get here
Man? You help me? You ain't help me do shit
Sucker ass nigga! I lost
Fans fucking wit you, nigga!
You a motherfucking snitch
The whole world
Know you a snitch, your whole
Family know you a snitch
Even
Your son know you a snitch
Nigga: Gon' tell his teacher he
Been acting bad at home, nigga
Put the nigga on punishment
Nigga; stop telling on him!
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