Game Ova 2 (The Game Diss)

Lyrics

[Intro: Yukmouth] (Breathe!) Round two, nigga! I won the first round, nigga! Go back to the drawin' board, nigga! (Breathe!) I'm built for this, baby Oh yeah, and thanks for the promotion on the radio station! I love that, nigga, Ya'mean? (Breathe!) Quit sayin' my name- keep sayin' my name, baby! Keep blowin' me up, nigga, and I'ma cut your fuckin' throat, you bitch! (Breathe!) The Game play games, nigga! You a lyin' ass tongue ring faggot! Fuck The Game, you bitch nigga! [Verse 1: Yukmouth] I'll crack your back when I'm blastin' the gat Your lungs collapse like a asthma attack Nigga, I make it hard to (Breathe!) Faggot rap, ya back bone is D-Mac, and ya brotha And you still got clapped Lay on ya back and try to (Breathe!) Nigga ain't from the hood Your first album went wood And every week you gettin' slapped by Suge, bitch nigga (Breathe!) Come to the Bay, man, them Tecs gon' spray It's like you're boxed in with pepper spray Nigga, I make it hard to (Breathe!) And don't die, that's the code of the streets I'll drag you from your '64 by that G-Unit piece Ya bitch (Breathe!) Playin' games, you don't really want beef My Chi niggas got that G-Unit piece Buck, I know you can't (Breathe!) You never met Pac, you never met Eazy You're suckin' on my dick, man, your lips too greasy You gotta (Breathe!) Take deep breaths, adjust your tongue ring While Dre stick his dick in your ass, you pretty young thing (you fuckin' faggot!) (Breathe!) You a G-Unit model I'll fill you up with them hollows You fall, I follow and watch you wallow Now try to (Breathe!) Nigga war like Waco My chain glow, I made dough Since you had that tongue ring and fades on the game show, nigga! (Breathe!) You just a mixtape diva and now they G-Unit sneakers Y'all try to sing them high notes like Aretha You gotta (Bitch!) (Breathe!) Fuck Wall Street A gat to your cheek And put your brains on the passenger seat Game over, he can't (Breathe!) [Chorus: Gonzoe] One into the two, two into the four The Game want war, The Game got war (Breathe!) Four to the five, let The ReGime ride Game ridin' wit' them? Then game ova for them (Breathe!) One into the two, two into the four G-Unit want war, G-Unit got war (Breathe!) Four to the five, let The ReGime ride Game ridin' wit' them? Then game ova for them (Breathe!) [Verse 2: Gonzoe] It's war time You bitches understand me There's no fist fightin' On sight I'ma blam you (Breathe!) Smash niggas' face with gun handles You know me, the definition of the Land of the Skanless (Breathe!) You pose for the camera I carry my own blamma Bury niggas with Chucks on, with wooden pajamas On the hood (Breathe!) you square Death is a promise No niggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms Cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryna GQ model I was born with Pac, in the OE bottle You a dick (Breathe!) rider Tryna fuck with which crew hotta Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala You just (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone You maricón Gettin' shitted on for shoes and cell phones You dead wrong (Breathe!), nigga, sayin' Yuk ain't safe From E-1-4 to the Shaw, there's a price on your face, you bitch! [Outro: Yukmouth] Bitch nigga! You can't fuck wit' us, ReGime life nigga! How dare you say The ReGime on your fake ass skit?! How dare you use "Five On It", you fake ass nigga?! You ain't got no plaques on no wall! You ain't got no money, you bitch! You at your momma house, you punk! You tongue ring queen, nigga! You can't fuck with me, man! Stay off the internet, you computer thug! You don't want it, nigga! You don't want war, you bitch! (Chorus starts) Joe Budden murdered you, and Yuk gon' dead your ass, nigga! I'ma whack your bitch ass, punk! You already know how we rock, nigga! You just got your first tattoo 2 years ago, nigga! When JT found you, you were tryin to be a GQ model! You thought you was the next LL, remember?! Remember you was saying that, you bitch?! Be real, punk! Fake ass Blood! NIGGA!