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The Game

"Stop Talkin’ to the Cops"

[Intro: The Game]
Oh!
50 guess who's back?
Oh!
50, guess who's back, you b*tch ass n*gga?
Hahaha! It's The Game n*gga, your arch-nemesis
I see'd your lil movie n*gga. That sh*t was aight
I swear I see'd this sh*t, look...
"If you was my best friend..." Hahahaha
You got beat out by Chicken Little
So that's your name: Chicken Little, b*tch!

[Chorus: The Game]
n*gga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
n*gga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a b*tch
n*gga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
n*gga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich

[Verse 1: The Game]
Guess who's back in this motherf*cker?
More beef than USDA
Now who the f*ck wanna play with the California king
Stash box in all 5 of my cars, n*gga
Living the California dream
And I ain't gotta pay no cops
All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop
First week 200, that's all he got
Second week 68, and the number 10 spot
Third week 30,000; fourth week you stop
I guess I'm your psychic friend because of G-Unot
And while you talking on the internet
I'm loading slugs in the TEC
Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet
Turning Spider Loc against me for your benefit
I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet
Real n*ggas ain't hard to find
Come to your own hood and look under the G-Unot sign

[Chorus: The Game]
n*gga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
n*gga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a b*tch
n*gga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
n*gga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich

[Outro: Phat Rat (spoken)]
G g g g, not!
You b*tch ass n*ggas, I'm back
I been waiting on this, n*gga
Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho!
n*gga, you first!
You b*tch ass n*gga, this is Phat Rat, n*gga!
Me and you, n*gga. Pay per view, n*gga!
We gon' be the under-card of the main event, n*gga
With 50-snitch and my n*gga, n*gga
And we gon' have another fight, n*gga
My cousin Lisa, n*gga
She gon' fight, umm, Banks b*tch ass n*gga
For the card under me and you
You ho ass n*gga
I couldn't wait til they cut this motherf*cking mic on, n*gga
Call my bluff, n*gga
I ain't no rapper, n*gga...
But I'm rapping, n*gga, like you wit that bullsh*t, n*gga
You gon' sit yo old ass down, n*gga
You be 36 in December, n*gga
Aftermath, n*gga! Black Wall Street, n*gga!
Oliver!
I was on your b*tch ass last night on Santa Monica, n*gga!
n*gga, I do my research!
There's a bunch of homosexuals down there on Santa Monica n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, I got it on footage --
Chasing your b*tch ass, Oliver!
You ain't finna fool the people, n*gga, let motherf*ckers know
I'mma get yo b*tch ass stripped, and take a picture, n*gga
Show your sh*t swinging because you ain't had the operation, n*gga
Tell that b*tch ass n*gga 50 to pay for that motherf*cker to get sliced off, n*gga
So next time you put some shorts on that video, a big ass bulge gon' be sitting there, n*gga
Because I got everybody looking for it, n*gga
n*gga balls all squished up like that, n*gga
You b*tch motherf*cker
Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!
n*gga talking 'bout Get Rich or Die Tryin', n*gga
Yeah n*gga, you gon' Die Tryin', n*gga!
n*gga Get Rich n*gga, b*tch ass n*gga
n*ggas gon' find out you out there, n*gga, tryna
Pay something to happen to somebody; you know where they end up, n*gga
They already on all of us, n*gga!
Like I tell n*ggas, n*gga, I know about 4 agencies watching me
So therefore, yo b*tch ass gon' end up in one of these California prisons, n*gga!
Then what you gon' do, n*gga?!
Martha made it but I guarantee you won't, n*gga!
Black Wall... wait a minute
THE Black Wall Street, n*gga!
You better make sure you respect it, n*gga, and say "the" --
T-H-E, n*gga, not T-H-A, n*gga!
La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da!
n*gga, I got hooks and all!
Brazil and Wilmington, you b*tch ass n*gga!

[Outro: The Game]
n*gga 50 said that I'm only known in a 8-block radius. Well, n*gga, this the motherf*cking 8-block radius I wanna be known in. It's motherf*cking Beverly Hills, n*gga! sh*t, how I get here, man? You help me? You ain't help me do sh*t, sucker ass n*gga! I lost fans f*cking wit you, n*gga! You a motherf*cking snitch, the whole world know you a snitch, your whole family know you a snitch, even your son know you a snitch, n*gga: Gon' tell his teacher he been acting bad at home, n*gga. Put the n*gga on punishment, n*gga; stop telling on him!

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