(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin'
You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed
Or he gon' get a black tux
And a free wake
How my bow tie lookin'?
You ready?
Let's go

When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, and out)
Automatic rifle
And I'm blastin' on sight so
Ski mask, I'm psycho
My gun got night scope

Two in the leg knocked em, (down, down)
From Thirty feet away he fell, (down, and out)
Touch kids like Michael
One roll of the dice, oh!
You wanna gamble wit' your life
N***a die slow

Now your casket goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo tried to run
I chased him, (down, and out)
Cause' I hate the Jakes
Pat him down take his cake
He wanna be a clown n***a
Might as well paint his face
And that's how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit n***a I'm not (down, and out)
Used to ride wit' em'
Slice up the pie wit' em'
Got kicked out the group
Cuz I wasn't gon' die wit' em'

And that's how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, and out)
Had Thirty n***as wit' me
N***as that sport the Dickies
Hoppin' out of cabs
We just want to talk to 50

We wanna know what's goin' (down, down)
Security pulled heat it went, (down, and out)
Had to shake the block
I ain't tryna' face the cops
Heard a couple shots
Then I seen shell cases drop

Told P-nut to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my n***a goin', (down, and out)
I said,"homie we can't leave em'"
What if my n***a dyin'
Soon as we hit Houston then
We heard police sirens
Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, and out)
He on both knees
Blood squirtin' out his jeans
Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene

Either way it's goin', (down, down)
So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, and out)
Broadway in a black suburban
One thing on my mind
Go hard til' them fags get murdered

Cuz he tried to get my n***a shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he goin' (down, and out)
To the station
Police at the Double-U waitin'
On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em'

They wanna take a n***a, (down, down)
We on the same elevator goin', (down, and out)
Dodger fitted
Got the Hova lean
So they ain't notice me
Now they mad as fuck
And gotta watch my Range Rover leave
Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
It's to Philly so I can lay it, (down, and out)
Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X
Kicked up my Air Nikes
Then I slept the whole flight

Had a dream about it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, and out)
Missed the palm trees
Sunshine everyday
New York's my second home
But from in L.A

And I hold shit, (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat, (down, and out)
And just handled my biz
Theres two sides to every westside story
And I just tell it like it is

And that's how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all that went, (down, and out)
So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines
And radio stations n***a you know what happened

Me and Lloyd Banks ain't, (down, down)
Keep talkin' shit, i'll lay you, (down, and out)

You n***as ran out the backdoor n***a
All I wanted to do was holla man
To see what was what

Y'all was too fuckin' scared to come, (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, and out)
So fuck y'all n***a
And it's like that
For life