Lyrics

[Intro: The Game] Ah bitch, shut the fuck up We don't fuck with no cats We dogs in this motherfucker Black Wall Street So one track will strap the pansy Top Dawg Entertainment My only top dog Nigga named his record company after himself [Verse 1: The Game] I'm running from the room with the surface When you got a black car Like he ain't a gangster homie, he just act hard In L.A., he ain't a blood, he a rap star In New York, dude is pussy, I clap ya'll Soon as I hear it, I put the Bentley in reverse Turn my fitted to the back Step on the breaks and crack Like, deaths for yappin', that's what happen Runnin' the Rampart Division, and clap thе Captain Like, that's for Big, that's for Pac That's for pulling me over thе same day The Documentary dropped Now, back on the block with the Louis Vuitton, sack full of rocks Full Metal Jacket, that's for the cops Commit suicide, run up on me, you will die Hoppin' in the shootin' ranges to Glock'in since Junior High Behind the bungalow is where my nigga say shoot the five From the dice game to my nice [?] (Record scratch) [Verse 2: Rich Rocka] I'm lyin' man, this whole fucking industry is wack Like, I gotta know how to snap to get put on the map Sight for sounds was dissin' me up Up on [?] When I seem I show him how to play with a 45 Don't think for one minute your boy is fake [?] You can find me in the dictionary Real nigga Use it in a sentence [Verse 3: Jay Rock] And I'm moving through the gutter like an alley cat [?] You in range you get hit boy you gonna suffer [?] Big blunts we puffin [?] Hustle hard these stacks [?] [Verse 4: ?] Russell Crowe with the pen like a beautiful mind [?] I get it poppin' homie I'm about to lock it homie I'm about to drop 81 Not a shot to Kobe I'm the only, homie [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] Fuck it Check it I would spaz all over the track But I feel it's much more than that There's more than a few metaphors Awesome battle raps A punchline you've probably heard before: trash Most rappers can't see through the broke glass Broke through something that's paper thin We break you in on the G4 First class Looking down, waving at dolphins Hi Flipper! And still got time to take media pictures Sign autographs on the ass of black strippers The mail man's about to deliver Postcards to all your road dogs Tell 'em K-dot finally lying 'em down honestly Lying. Honest [?] Abusing a nigga's intelligence They can't comprehend All they can do is compromise what they don't get Analysing my rhymes would take a couple hours spent I'm harder than hopping over a prison fence With 10 guards watching you do this shit It's ludicrous Lucrative bucks Niggas ? hard trucks Ready to move something Either move or get whatevers coming Cause bullets come soon Like albums that never drop When rappers get interviewed Never in the field with bosses Staying with the co-workers Or find yourself getting robbed in your own coffin You can't find yourself getting by Doing a half-assed job Because most of the time I'm right behind you Watching your finances Your rap advances All I need is a window to come through: Home invasion We call that poor man's vacation Nigga's will hop in your bed Sleep for hours Hop out take a shower Still think no time wasted Ask him why he did Said he was being patient [Verse 6: ?] West Coast assassin [?] I know you were sitting inside the studio Like this can't be done [?] I'm no. 1 come kill me so I can ask Tupac When you hear the 45 [?] [Verse 7: ?] [?] Now give it up Before you get lifted up [?] I'm kinda greedy but with the team I split this shit [?] I'm 19 but I'm a man though [?] Next time you sleep you be live buried [?] [Verse 8: ?]