[Intro: The Game]
Oh!
50 guess who's back?
Oh!
50, guess who's back, you bitch ass n***a?
Hahaha! It's The Game n***a, your arch-nemesis
I see'd your lil movie n***a. That shit was aight
I swear I see'd this shit, look...
"If you was my best friend..." Hahahaha
You got beat out by Chicken Little
So that's your name: Chicken Little, bitch!
[Chorus: The Game]
N***a you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
N***a stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
N***a we totin' choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
N***a you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
[Verse 1: The Game]
Guess who's back in this motherfucker?
More beef than USDA
Now who the fuck wanna play with the California king
Stash box in all 5 of my cars, n***a
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 'cause a G, you not
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***as ain't hard to find
Come to your own hood and look under the G-Unot sign
[Chorus: The Game]
N***a you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
N***a stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
N***a we totin' choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
N***a you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
[Outro: Phat Rat (spoken)]
G g g g, not!
You bitch ass n***as, I'm back
I been waiting on this, n***a
Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho!
N***a, you first!
You bitch ass n***a, this is Phat Rat, n***a!
Me and you, n***a. Pay per view, n***a!
We gon' be the under-card of the main event, n***a
With 50-snitch and my n***a, n***a
And we gon' have another fight, n***a
My cousin Lisa, n***a
She gon' fight, umm, Banks bitch ass n***a
For the card under me and you
You ho ass n***a
I couldn't wait til they cut this motherfucking mic on, n***a
Call my bluff, n***a
I ain't no rapper, n***a...
But I'm rapping, n***a, like you wit that bullshit, n***a
You gon' sit yo old ass down, n***a
You be 36 in December, n***a
Aftermath, n***a! Black Wall Street, n***a!
Oliver!
I was on your bitch ass last night on Santa Monica, n***a!
N***a, I do my research!
There's a bunch of homosexuals down there on Santa Monica n***a
Yeah, n***a, I got it on footage --
Chasing your bitch ass, Oliver!
You ain't finna fool the people, n***a, let motherfuckers know
I'mma get yo bitch ass stripped, and take a picture, n***a
Show your shit swinging because you ain't had the operation, n***a
Tell that bitch ass n***a 50 to pay for that motherfucker to get sliced off, n***a
So next time you put some shorts on that video, a big ass bulge won't be sitting there, n***a
Because I got everybody looking for it, n***a
N***a balls all squished up like that, n***a
You bitch motherfucker
Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!
N***a talking 'bout Get Rich or Die Tryin', n***a
Yeah n***a, you gon' Die Tryin', n***a!
N***a Get Rich n***a, bitch ass n***a
N***as gon' find out you out there, n***a, tryna
Pay something to happen to somebody; you know where they end up, n***a
They already on all of us, n***a!
Like I tell n***as, n***a, I know about 4 agencies watching me
So therefore, yo bitch ass gon' end up in one of these California prisons, n***a!
Then what you gon' do, n***a?!
Martha made it but I guarantee you won't, n***a!
Black Wall... wait a minute
THE Black Wall Street, n***a!
You better make sure you respect it, n***a, and say "the" --
T-H-E, n***a, not T-H-A, n***a!
La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da!
N***a, I got hooks and all!
Brazil and Wilmington, you bitch ass n***a!
[Outro: The Game]
The n***a 50 said that
I'm only known in a 8-block radius
Well n***a, this the motherfucking 8-block radius I wanna be known in
It's motherfuckin' Beverly Hills n***a
Shit, how I get here man? You help me?
You ain't help me do shit, sucker ass n***a
I lost fans fuckin' wit you n***a
You a motherfuckin' snitch, the whole world know you a snitch
Your whole family know you a snitch even your son know you a snitch n***a
Gon' tell his teacher he been actin' bad at home, n***a
Put the n***a on punishment n***a, stop telling on him
