This little buster name the Game wanna rhyme like Po
Cuz I rhyme like gold
I rhyme like, I be climbin' out that rolls
The nine I let it blow
Put 5 up in ya clothes
Head shots leave you slumped, dumped and reclinin' at ya door
Oh'
This is blasphemy
Ya whole entire career patterned after me
I got shooters out in Cali that will blast for me
Your forgot, I put your chest where your back should be
Tech squeeze off rapidly
I'm in Paris at the Plaza, blood, ask for me
You little ungrateful ba*tard forgot to say your grace after me
Now bow down pay homage and ask to breathe
Yea'
Shyne Michael or Moses
Homicidal motives
You thinkin' this is showbiz
I will put you with the blowfish
Hand on my toasters
Lamborghini roasters
I gave these rappers life but I will turn them into ghosts
Maloy apostle gospel new god flow
I blew breath into your nostrils
Only god knows I'm the idol that you bow to
Realest alive, your red flag is a costume
This mobsters j**ish
The talk is useless
You wanna box? I put you in a box with embalming fluid
I bomb with Rugers
Dump you in the pond with sewage
I put that on Big Wolf: I ain't suin'
Hold up
Get what you came for
You the big bad blood, what you scared for?
Shoot the bu*terfly off your face
Tell Jesus Peace and I will smile at your wake