Grown man music mothafucker
No low kids shit
Monstablokaz
Shit is crazy right
Mozez baby
Let's go

[Chorus]
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz music
Getting money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosing
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I'm cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face

[Verse 1]
(The Game)
Gangsta, yeah, I move like that
Sixtrain Impala and fuck a Maybach
Bottom line, yeah it go deep
Spend hollow-points in the middle
Consult...(?) in it
It's Compton, bitch
Who gon stop it
N***a wit the attitude
When he blow that forth fifth
I'm used to this shit
If I say it, I mean it
And I empty out clips
Like I do my Ol' English
Fuck the police, like Dre said
If I had money on a n***a hand
Then they dead
Street is talking
He ain't always been a gangsta
Soon as my brother died
It was me and the savers
Chorus

[Verse 2]
(Raptile)
MC's come and go
Like G on my sidekick
Everybody tryin get
The beats like I did
It's grown man music
Read from my lips
Your rappers sound like
Desperate housewifes
They all think they got the game alot
Cause they made a few G's
And got a chain on top
If you ain't on my level, I won't fight you, no
I'll just treat you like taxes, write you off
If you buzzing, I might write a song
Or just throw a line and whipe you dogs
It's stackin blacks and you callin me out
Trust me bitch, we bring the war to your house
And that's just the way it is
Son your crew run run run run
(your crew run run)
I just cop the prop
On the top ten ap
And I will keep it locked
Till the day I pass
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

(Beloved)
Look haters, I ain't forget you punks
You can hop in the Maybach, you can fit in the trunk
Brooklyn's back, chill dog, hold it that
The name's Beloved, n***a, ain't no hoes in that
Been a G since '78, throw me back
No matter how famished I was, never ate with a rat
Okay okay okay
That ain't get you bit
How you eatin baby food for weeks like *******
N***a this promise
What fans is gone
How you gonna brag
When your biggest hit was a bunny song
Man, he's hot, he's warm
I belong to the top
Ya n***as scared
You should get a dog and call it pop

[Chorus]

So get outta my face