Bitch Boy + No More Games

Lyrics

[Intro: Spider Loc] Heh Ay Banks, ha, ha haa What up my nigga He's a Bitch Boy Let me tell you 'bout the Bitch Boy And he got another Bitch Boy [Verse 1] This bitch boy can not see me Listen to the way I rhyme (Haaaa) In the streets I got that easy (It's the Unit) This West Coast Is mine (Gorilla) I got a hundred young niggas wit me hollerin' 2 c's Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggas from 2 p's I smashed in the 90's and I runnin' 2 g's You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees Your hurricane stompin' with your flame bandana In Compton they say you used to claim Santana (You know that) You gave that up, and really start trippin', ayo Doja could you tell me, what made you start strippin'? (Was it dollars?) And did Change Of Heart, and now it's Piru On the DVD talkin' like the downest Damu (Stop it) But Doja, you know as well as I do The truth is the story that you tell is not true (You lyin') Doja been Game for the last few years Tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears (Square ass nigga) Stop the frontin', you ain't wit the funken at all You really ain't into nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball (Ha haaaaa) (97 Street, Eastside, East cost) Rev Riders Red Rags Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like ery'body flowin' Ain't got no background you talk about TV If it ain't about 2Pac, it's all about Eazy If it ain't about Eazy, it's all about Fif and the Unit, I wonder who's listenin' to it (Bustas) Jumped on Dre dick, ain't do nuttin' to Yukmouth Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden I come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded How the fuck you get me started? But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats When Fosen died you lost ya G side And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride They said no bullshit, it's on fo' real You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil Oh where I'm from, that's just how the politics go I got a boss from New York that know how to get dough I'm a Loc from L.A. that know how to kick flow In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow You don't know (Spider Loc) Where I'm from (G-Unit) You don't know (Gangbangers), where you from (Eastside) (Ha ha haaaa, you'se a clown) [Interlude: The Game] G-Unit is your modern day, N.W.A, you know I'm sayin'? you gotta group of niggas You got Yayo, you know I'm sayin'? he home now You got Banks, he "Mixtape Artist Of The Year", he killin' everything out there And you got Buck, the wild nigga from the South [?] lyr, you know what I'm sayin'? he lyrical, like this nigga's amazing, this nigga Young Buck niggas [Verse 2: Young Buck] They say God bless the child that can hold his own (Fo sho) And he who is loyal, always live long (Yeah) A real hood nigga gets money and gives back So when I got money bitch I did just that (Ooooh!) I put packs in the hands of the dope man (Yeaaahhhh!) Put gats in the hands of my old friends Listen when I tell ya, I didn't even really know Game When I said his name, on Poppin' Them Thangs Yeah, I got on all blue, that's how I do (Whas up) Tomorrow it's all red, the bloods love me too, I'm true And every nigga 'round me knew it but you Only hard when you 'round ya boys I knew, when 50 gave you your first watch, wrote you your first verse, bought you your first drop, we ain't really need ya (Nahhhh!) Homie you know I'ma see ya Don't never bite the hand that feed ya, ya bitch nigga [Interlude] The Game: And then you got 50 This nigga killed the whole record by they self Been the first time in rap history that some shit been done like that, this nigga did it 50 Cent: Niggas in my hood can't believe this shit, man, they see me, they see me they be like God (God) damn (Damn) Haha (Haha) Young Buck: They wonder why I say I keep the Crystal cold, nigga, it's not a game, nigga [Verse 3: Young Buck] Now if it's beef, go ahead, let the war start (Nigga!) Do what you do best, have a change of heart (Yeaaahhhh) You a man with breasts, similar to a broad You disrespected the West when they find out who you are, do ya thug thang Spit ya 300 Bars but me and Banks garage makes up 300 cars (Aiiiight) You not a solder homeboy, you come from a strip club Your name was Doja, I can show you the pictures, blood The Game is over, nigga change ya clothes (Bitch!) Look at cha, ya actin' like them video hoes And I was on the phone when Spider Loc called ya Ya punk ass said you ain't want no problem Tried to diss Memph Bleek (Yeah), throw lines at Jay (Yeah) Had that ass apologizing the very next day (Ha haaa) Damn right radio gon' play my shit (Aiiight) I wonder what Dre gon' say 'bout this Game over [Interlude] Young Buck: This shit crazy...Ayo listen to this nigga, man! The Game: This shit is workin' out perfectly, you know I'm sayin' 50 Cent: Compton and New York, to motherfuckin' Nashville Lloyd Bank$: Yea The Game: I don't think the 50 had it, you know I'm sayin'? then planned it that way to have a nigga from the East And Bank$, and Yayo, have nigga from the South, and Buck, and have a nigga from the West [Verse 4: Spider Loc] Now I don' seen that tough talk and swell to violence (Say my name!) And that's why, for so long (Ha ha), I don' held my silence But I'm from EC G-Unit, I bangs the gang (Nigga) And it's needless to say, that I slangs them thangs I got love for the West (Westside) and I'm ashamed of Game And not because his album was full of famous names See I'm everything he wishin' he was, but he's nothin' like me Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does?, it be all about publicity buzz 'cause when they meet at the club, he be all about the kisses and hugs He threatened Yukmouth but Loc, you ain't touch him one time when you seen him And Joe Buddens was only punchlines (I gets down) Out here we gangbang, known for heatin' up gats, that's that Not on the stage beatin' up rats I don't hate him, it's just hard to understand a nigga That 'pose to represent the riders but he ran from Jigga [Interlude: The Game & 50 Cent] The Game: [?] (G-G) next we [?] [?] GameTV up next (G-G), we got uh...we got [?] (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!) he's from QC, G-Unit's in tha house I'm never would'a thought that I be in these videos and gettin' down with' niggas like 50 and, you know I'm sayin' Shakin' hands with these niggas that, that I consider to be legends, you know I'm sayin'? Like This shit is just a dream come true, man The Game sample: I never take shots, at legends, I just, that's just something I don't do. [echoes] [Spider Loc:] Hahahaha! [Young Buck:] Hey yo man [Spider Loc:] What up Buck, Cuz? [Young Buck:] Ay man, this shit crazy [Spider Loc:] Lil clown-ass niggas, man [Young Buck:] It is what it is [Spider Loc:] Say my name nigga, ha ha [Young Buck:] Ay homeboy know what it is [Spider Loc:] G-Unit Crip, Spider Loc [Young Buck:] Young Buck, Holla nigga [Spider Loc:] Haha [Verse 5: Spider Loc] Catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire Pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mýa And I don't really wanna let the tech speak so Bitch Boy, check your technique And while your at that check the streets good The Eastside riders don't fuck with Eastwood You just a bad look for the Dymus, tight drawers saggin', hatin' in high school G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!" I'm from the most gang and I flow tighter, take back the Bentleys, go get a ghost rider (Ha haaaa) Jayceon callin' for peace He said it his self, you should call the police If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I'mma EC banger with G-Unit chips, heh I could tell that you hate it a lot but I'mma stay on top, if ya hate it or not