The Game - 92 Bars lyrics

[Verse] This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at Where b**hes love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack Presidential Rollie, n***a, where your wrist at? I can k** you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherf**ing slick back No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack n***a I was on the bus with it Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt Andrew Luck with it We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've f**ed with it California state property you n***as stuck with it Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac I'm what you rap n***as 'fraid of A Compton n***a that could go bar for bar with Jada Let me tell you who s**, like banana Now or Laters Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda Listen, you want beef I'll cater Game snap on everything he like a f**ing wild gator Silver and black Ghost, n***a that's Al Davis Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed 16 on your back like you f**ing Jeff Goff Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest Kanye shrug b**h, welcome to the west YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check Shout 'em out I just do it like a f**ing Nike rep Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up Don't get me f**ed up, you see the semi tucked, duck Pa** the Goose, where them duck ducks? These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny f**ed up I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus Told that b**h to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice The Maybach is A.I Artificial intelligence motherf**er that's Junior Seau All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy? Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy Before that it was missing teeth and nickel sack baggies That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none I'm the old DMX you n***as Drag-On Game raw as f** like poking holes in the Magnum Used to ether the n***as in all of my 16s Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm f**ing Halloween This ain't a dream, n***a hurricane a nightmare Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair Your daddy was a b**h, I had to do it I ain't need no ski mask to do it Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it Name a state, I'll send a package through it If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Ma**achusetts Sitting in this Maybach with music Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it PARTY sent my jackas to it Drama bring the Mac into it And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it Gold on my neck, I make your b**h put her back into it Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it Another cla**ic moving the way to Aftermath to do it Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it Traffic moving backwards through it Ever since I had the Buick Known for putting cheese on n***as heads the way the Packers do it And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it Be LeBron b**h, I'm Jayceon b**h Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond sh**? Another foreign car driven by a convict Aventador matte black Akon lips Nas ether n***as, Game napalm sh** n***as say my name I pop up like the State Farm b**h No n***a can see me, on or off TV Gum by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy Lightskin b**hes be mad and talking greasy I'ma start f**ing them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny I got a b**h from Minne-Apolis pack a semi Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly She got a couple mill and she don't even know Meek And ever since that n***a snitched on me we just don't speak See that sh** you got with Drake is like a slow leak Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets It could happen lowkey You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet This ain't a diss, n***a This is all lives matter except this n***a's This 1992 sh** ain't no new sh** We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip With guns big enough to sink a f**ing cruise ship f** around and be a news clip with them loose lips My n***a Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do sh** This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop sh** n***a, you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick And snitching on n***as ain't never been no cool sh** And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick So tell your lil' vivrant thing come f** with Q-Tip We know where you live, n***a, you better move quick And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with