[Intro:]
The young Roy Jones in the rap sh**
Somebody bout to get knocked the f** out tonight man
[Verse 1:]
n***as think they got The Game sold
Yeah right I'm air tight
Fresh in them Air Nikes
If the navvy outside
I might be there
Black hoodie, black nine, black white v Airs
Like Caddy trunks keep a spare
You see the lump under the ice berg fleece and yeah
And when the beef cooks I'm a put the piece through your hair
And if you see a white truck that mean the sheets is there
Then I'm goin goin back back to the block
To dump the bucket and jump in the drop
n***as know I'm good with the glock
They call me chick herns cause The Game or not I'm calling the shots
I wear a shiny suite 4 em and they like them alot
They get gangsta with a SWAT me bag and a Jordan box
So when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case n***as want drama in Hell
[Chorus:]
I'll give you anything you ask for
Money over b**hes!
Tell me what you blast for
We don't f** around with snitches!
What you have the smash for
This b**h tried to play me man!
Anything you ask for
It's all about the bank Game!
[Repeat twice]
[Verse 2:]
First things first
Money over b**hes
Swore say my name in vain watch main
Brake the bones in your nose
I'm a flick time rida
Inner city flipper
Watch who try to flip more like their neighbors want digger
Sergeant at arms who playin, I'm a General
So draw your fire arms when you in the presence of criminals
And motherf**ers subliminal metaphors or adjectives
I come to where you live and send 60 rounds inside your crib!
k**er by instinct
Murderer by nature
k**er Cali earth quakes ya
Ain't nothin but bone brakers
Is nothin like puffin on this justall a** pound
Became in my turner
Have your mouth twisted just like Bobby Brown
f** what you might of read
f** what your people said
Back in this b**h and o 6 is The Game in lead
Highly anticipated the day has finally came
I slap a patch of meat off a n***a head for Game
Fer real!
[Chorus x2]