The Game - Jealousy lyrics

It's DJ Kay Slay the drama king And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record That's right, I said lyricists, not rappers And for you haters out there, pay attention (Jealousy's a motherf**er) Better go You don't want no problem, you don't wanna mess with it Up in it then I come around, n***as already be knowing how I be the best with it How I step all up in the spot every time you see a n***a fresh step with a little fresh fitted Bust every bottle in the building and I f** sh** up I got 'em whilin' till a n***a tell he finished (You weak jealous motherf**ers) You see them gather closer Pretty white b**hes be linin' up like bricks of c**a Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' a**, yoga Bangin' on n***as till we probably break a shoulder I don't ever give a f** what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit Illiterate, but you know you f**in' with a boss Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?" While we go and hit 'em with the sh** that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, don't do that Tired of telling n***as when you know exactly what I'm on Get this bread, bakery, cake up little n***a then I'm gone Y'all see the way I black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the n***a [?] You can lose your life if you a jealous n***a f** up [?] jealous n***as Me b**h better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life Hit a lick, rockin' the hip, hopin' to get high when a n***a spit Probably when the women get on me, talkin' the dick Often the b**h drop when I rip n***as be jelly, they go through her telly And see her tell me she left sh** in my telly It's hurtin' his belly like bad meat at the deli I have heat in my pelly pelly for the f**boys Make a n***a have to snuff boys, make enough noise To make everyone drop when I bust toys when they s** soy I'm gonna get my paper no matter what Hateful takers don't got enough, they goin' a nut Get a fo'-fo' with ya ganja holdin' my do' in the cut Play no games and I ain't no dame so I aim for pain I'ma drain yo' brain when that thang go bang Like I'm Django, man, and my aim goes bang When I'm faced with jealousy, all the states throw mail at me So it's making you march, wanna yell at me When I react they call up Penelope's b**h a**, trick a**, sniff a**, ho Just 'cause I get cash when I spit fast, now his a** low Go get a sick pa** and a b**h badge 'cause you get mad, bro You 'bout to get flagged and you wondering if it's riff raff, no n***a You can lose your life if you a jealous n***a f** up [?] jealous n***as Me b**h better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life I knew a couple n***as that I used to run with Have fun with, get funds with sh** get low, I had to bust a couple guns wet Squad fell apart all over one b**h Leave it to my n***a Ty to do some dumb sh** My Uzi weigh a ton sh** Run up in a n***a crib with the fire you can light a blunt with Hollow tips in your belly, time to [?] sh** 'Bout my paper, neighbor, fly n***a, aviator Walk out the crib, n***a heated like a radiator Bet I k** a n***a if he wanna die right now Actin' like a recoverin' fiend, n***a, pipe down He was gangsta yesterday, he believe in Christ now Scope on you, no mouthwash, you in my sight now If I don't get a call from Slay, somebody dyin' Like 9-7, you hard pressed, get the iron Yo Slay f** these n***as dawg You can lose your life if you a jealous n***a f** up [?] jealous n***as Me b**h better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life n***a be on some real Compton sh**, n***a be out in New York doing whatever the f** he wanna do. I'm just a thorough n***a, five borough n***a, project n***a from the Westside of Compton, you know what it is. L.A., that's my sh**, New York (You can lose your life)