The Game - Outro (Red Bandana) lyrics

[Intro] Not! [echoing] Blackwall Street The Game Beach Boy Charli Baltimore (he wears a red bandana) Rockstar We are the Black Gang Free Shye motherf**ers! (he wears a red bandana) [Chorus] On the front of murder talk (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world know (he wears a) Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the NYPD (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana) All the Pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip n***az know (he wears a red bandana) [Verse 1] Chea chea Dear God let me clense my soul, throw away all the rims and the gold O no I can't do that, do I love God? True dat, but I got a gun so move back I'm loco like 5 eases in the side of Chevelle ridin on low pros I'm a renegade ride with the 44, been a g**ner all my life, f** the popo I ain't never been a co*ky kid, know they could k** me if they shot Pac and Big But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we g**n I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck and Yayo Ask Eminem, even Dr.Dre knows, I put one in last ten in the range rov Used to push that rock like Jay Hov, you better lay low when the ak blow Or get wings and a halo, run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the n***a they gotta pray for Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the n***a they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low [Chorus] On the front of murder talk (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world know (he wears a) Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the NYPD (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana) All the Pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip n***az know (he wears a red bandana) [Verse 2] Chea chea I'm a g**ner don't get it f**ed up You ain't never bang, you ain't never laces chucks up So how the f** you gonna criticize me I ain't the reason n***az is bangin the NYC Makin bullsh** threats on the M.I.C. I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep I live comfortably, with a red rag tied around the 45 in case n***a try to come for me Mad cause I started my own company I don't know what the f** n***az want from me Except something for free Before The Documentary dropped, you b**h n***az wasn't bumpin me And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me, I don't run from beef It's either co*k back, squeeze Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of (Compton) And my grandmother died before I was multi wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high High off c**aine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train Mama told me I was the future, and one day I'd be high like Soul Plane Just don't bang/ but back then I'd do anything for a jheri-curl and a gold chain n***az always got something to say Like they ain't never bumped N.W.A. Punk n***az talk sh**, but when they need hits they come runnin to Dre n***az come to LA when they need to talk Cause Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks Bush k**ed more n***az in the towers then g**ning ever did That's why they need New York [Chorus] On the front of murder talk (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world know (he wears a) Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the NYPD (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana) All the Pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip n***az know (he wears a red bandana) [Outro] Yeah motherf**ers Chuck Taylor oh you thought I forgot about that alias huh? I'm going back to my roots G-Unit is dead as a staff, a record label, and a motherf**in group your clothes can't sell your shoes are straight garbage your movies s**! Chicken Little k**ed you n***a hahahaha [echos] how you like it n***a I took your style I ain't doin no third verse I'm just talk to you n***a like you do when you get mad at me cause you can't f** with me lyrically motherf**er!!! you gonna do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks you like the rap Linsey Lohan you f**in f*ggot write 8 bars about me n***a I do this sh** all day 50! Curtis Jackson Boo Boo Marcus... Snitch Blackwall Street C.E.O. motherf**er! Hurricanes in stores December 26th Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin the DVDs in stores December 6th it's a tell all n***a wait till my movie come out I'm glad it ain't based on my life with that knock off 8 Mile sh** you could never be Eminem motherf**er you ain't lyrically inclined enough to be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. or Pac and in the modern day... today, tomorrow, next week you can't f** with The Game n***a! Out