1.Rough
What do you do when life gets too hard for you＊
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I'm just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain't gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don't care bout this
benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don't like Canada we some fuckin heathens
Game can't watch his mouth that's why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them？
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono
The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame ain't chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it's here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC's dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a nigga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don't wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will
Never I thought I'd see the day when I, would roll up in the
parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I
talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can't
wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date？
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another
autograph it's cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I'm John Wayne in Geronimo
So I don't really know whats got some these pussies panties in a
ball
Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin' in God
And leavin' my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn't see until I was nailed to it for believin'
at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I'm a redneck？ Fuck you tatted on my neck
I'll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my
rep
Bitch!
2.She Wanna Have My Baby
Le'gggo＊
Yeah
Le'gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Yeah
Le'gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good？ Only Kanye／Cameron knows
And who this Tami hoe telling me and Trey shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH TTM five star we be them
LOL hide my bbm ain't got my bbm
Lou Vuiton he be in 'tron got em queasy and
My Money ain't Young that's my nigga Lil' Weezy and 'em
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa and 'em
Got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
They ain't no Lauren Londons but they got that Megan Good
They use that Photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
And its all good with us niggas mayne
I said its all good cause I'm a trigger man
Yeah she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason kid
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby
How many bitches in the club just to fuck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the Magnum rappers
Hoping on the dick but I ain't throwing carrots at ya
You ain't gon' Worldstar me I ain't your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose then bitch I ain't finna pay
You don't look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that's the same bitch that was stalking Fab' ain't it Trey？
(Yup)
And this is how I know you're giving free head
If you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain't, she claiming she a saint
But as soon she see Dwight she go hard in the paint
But her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on it really shouldn't take long
Then she told me that she wanna meet Trey Songz
I told that bitch strip and start singing all Trey song's
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby
3.I'm On
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive
Kill a California, the door's commiting suicide
Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you in the newest ride
You know me, 5 star nigga do or die
I'm from the home of the...
East west north south, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles
We got the baddest bitches on the north campus
Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom
Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough
Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for
Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out
Busters leave when it's nighttime
15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come
Wear 24s no need to ask where I'm from
Westside home of the perk even 12 year olds put in work
West coast got 'em bang
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out
Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out
Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house
Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out
That ain't a threat but little do you forget
I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga's sets
Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet
Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the Tech
Now I'm getting money big Snoop on the techs
Andre Young on the bottom of my chest
Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques
Matter of fact... Cadillac trucks
... peanut butter guts...
Shit hit the block and post up
Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up
Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
10 million albums sold I ain't gotta brag
Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag
AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain't a
paparazzi flash
2011 Game banging, y'all copycats
How you throwing a stocking cap and they ain't never cocked it
back
Nigga copy that, capiche nigga
Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga
Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga
Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher
Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24'ed up
Hop out knockout hoe chest froze up
I be in the back of the club looking like so what
20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why chose up
Now she in the... with her nose up
Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, I'm on
4.Uncle Otis
This shit for my uncle Otis
Here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it's gone
Yo 'Ye, this nigga ain't even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no fucking
Wonton's
I don't wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world？ Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin' nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I'm a put the K in ya face
It's a stick up bitch
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it
Call Khaled, tell him Fuck it, I'm on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe'll souffle half you ma'fuckers
It's the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up
in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it
I got the money up in the rubber band
Don't run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning？
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
And let me taste, a little taste
I'm a eat it up like it's my last
I'm a I'm a do it different, she ain't gettin no cash
You know why？ I'm Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That ain't a lie
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here？
I do it
5.InfraR.E.D.
Red Rose, white cellar
No body, no casket, just blood spillin'
I ain't a dead President but I love millions
They like 'Game, where ya been？ '
Yeh Blood chillin'
But not on no islands or no villa's
I've been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a motherfucker
But I ain't seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album's got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Ain't a street in my city that you ain't heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
And we all fit OJ's glove
And I'm a keep name droppin' long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the 'cane poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the
concrete
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I'm a crook bitch
Fuck ya book bitch
I live life like ain't no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the first Pippen's was out
Me and my infra-red-red
Yeah that's right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my inferared-red
So fuck the gun as long as it's infrared-red
Same colour as the big apple
It's for my New York niggas that's in the hood clappin'
I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, that's how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don't know
Stay hittin em with pot shots
Ridin' round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to take out LA like big
shot
That's Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking meters
Like the fuck the US government
I be on some over shit
28 inch rims rubber shit
Roll down the window fuck with this
Roll up the endo, fuck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that good
No more medical weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga fucked up with a mind state like
Don't get ya nigga fucked up, you know the crime rate up
I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red
Yeah that's right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
Fuck the gun as long as it's infrared-red
And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a fucking killer
Like Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like 'nah you God', right next to Rza as
I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the
ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold
hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody
on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both
parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like it's a go-kart
Ain't been crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his motherfucking car, you a dead man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this motherfuckin infra-red-red
Yeah that's right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
Fuck the gun as long as it's infrared-red
Niggas know what the fuck it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
That's my family for life nigga's
6.Drug Test
I'm in this motherfucker doing what I wanna
10 bottles, 10 bitches go up out the sauna
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
Baby got ass I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me
Stuff it in your Prada bag
That's right
She got something that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave
She fucking with me, that's life
Twerk somethin', work something', hurt somethin'
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered somethin'
Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie
I'm not gon' feel sorry, you pass out from it
Get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals
'Bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real
Lotta haters throw salt, they lost
Big Game give a fuck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed
Than we gooood!
If you got drugs in this motherfucker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something, high of something, high of
something
Till your motherfucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high？
Fireworks when I spark
Yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss, big deal
Bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated that's what I like
Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand
Take a sip let's plan for the future
Introduce you to Snoop get you right and...
May I, kick a little something for G's
And, make a few ends？, as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
And guess what it lead to
If you got drugs in this motherfucker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something, high of something, high of
something
Till your motherfucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high？
7.The Town
Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga
Used to move yey, I should throw up the Roc, nigga
Back with the rocks, so I just throw up the Mag
2 fingers：now get the ski mask!
This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff
Open your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what I've become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you niggas down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town nigga
King, mayor, all that. Niggas better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y： that's what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
Niggas better break bread and niggas better fake dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre's head
Everything's straight red： my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly match my scarf
Y'all niggas pushing light weight
Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The fucking music's in danger, ain't a mic safe
Mick Bibby, Mick Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
I'm a have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive： I write with an ice pick
And I'm white sick, meaning that my bars I'll
Fuck the world up, nigga, I'm an oil spill
In the 4-wheel, paint job orange peel, not like Picasso, bitch
But I draw steel
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down
I declare war, pulling niggas' cars now
And I ain't gotta fuck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds： knock em all down
You could push a Ford now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all soon
Nothing but a nigga in the real, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire - try to cross now
Still fuck Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Woke up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, the track is a corpse now
I'm busting with the 4 pounds
8.Hoodmorning
Hood morning
Hood morning
Hood morning
Hood morning
No motherfuckin' typo
That's like Westside, Compton with no psycho
That's like Beverly Hills with no lipo
9.Can You Believe It
(Can you believe it？)
Believe that
Young Stunna, Young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it's gon' be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That's Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot's sick, I'm ill
I've got a million in my maze
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louis, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I'm the king like James
(？)
Throwing the red flags like I'm charging on the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I'm all about my cake： red velvet
You can't help it, gotta see what I got
It's like Ripley's： Believe it or Not, you tell me
I'm a B, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Putting you in hot water： tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it D cap
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable？
Bitch, I'm higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya： Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life a bitch and mine a diva
Gotta make them a believer
10.Mr West Money The Power
... middle finger to the fact that niggers hate...
Give me a pink cup to pour my rose in
I'm in the same car with...
... this is a celebration,
So get your hands up, nigger get your hands up!
Now, which one of us is really mr. west？
Prolly the one of us that really need to wear his vest
And I'm just shootin' my nigga some subliminals
'Cause he got all the bitches and I be with all the criminals
... sound like some crazy...
Now, when you see me, I'm the...
... but you don't know it's me, though
... man, when I shoot, get the bus like we do.
Technical niggers, get the morphine, you niggers,
Hit your block in...
Just circle it, niggers!
... I'm serving, you niggers
I didn't think I've been... serving you niggers,
And it ain't lights and... when I'm serving you, niggers,
... put the bullshit out, I hope it worths for you, nigger,
... I got the... for you, niggers!
Like, uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Neah, which one of us, is really mr. west？
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Neah, which one of us, is really mr. west？
... eat your money up, you know how 'em whores do
... I swear to god they gonna love you,
... wait to be undercover.
I'm six five, nigger, basketball size,
Like I can't fuck with basketball wives,
I'd be your basketball... with your basketball...
... watch a basketball game!
Damn! but I ain't talking about...
I ain't talking about...
I'm just talking about game!
That's... and the boy got...
The boy got...
Jeeze, in the parking lot, the niggers talk a lot,
The way... hip hop should be a better shot.
... cash money big, are you trying to...
... somebody gotta call the shots!
Like, uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Neah, which one of us, is really mr. west？
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Uh, mr. west, mr. west,
Neah, which one of us, is really mr. west？
I guess is me, yo, the highest on the...
I get so much money, why the fuck would I wanna be ya？
Shit, I'll be everywhere, but I will never see ya
So... I'm a fucking, I'm a pee ya!
Sometimes I get... I'm just happy to be alive...
Four hours later,.. more children,
Feeling like, hey, mr. west is in the building.
What happened to the competition？
Nigger, I killed 'em!
Can't drink crystal, and nigger hold children!
... like I know the niggers,
But haters says I fell off, I'm about to show the niggers,
Drinking... nigger, I'm so...
Made my meal with kevin hood, nigger, just like...
I made it rain and... like I was big...
I made it rain... when I was with...
I'll be unstoppable like jump in!
Now I'm a take you back the way I got chopped in,
West side... one team,
I just roll weed on your last album,
And after that I'm about to fuck your girl for about an hour!
Look around the club, all I see is cowboys,
Man, cause I gotta respect the money and the power!
I just roll weed on your last album,
And after that I'm about to fuck your girl for about an hour!
Look around the club, all I see is cowboys,
Man, cause I gotta respect the money and the power!
No one... they said that
... now they said that
You could thank me, now... said that
Mind playing tricks... only scar-face saying that!
But I'm about to... hit the...
Cut me for this lakers game, nigger hate the game!
Sometimes I hate the fame, they hate my bitch, they hate my fame
I'm so hood, I might fly to new york and just take the train!
... just take the train
So if you're in new york at two o'clock, don't take the train!
I make nigger disappear, no... to blame
I'll split your whole team up, no...
Four hours, twelve calls, but the flow stays the same...
I just roll weed on your last album,
And after that I'm about to fuck your girl for about an hour!
Look around the club, all I see is cowboys,
Man, cause I gotta respect the money and the power!
I just roll weed on your last album,
And after that I'm about to fuck your girl for about an hour!
Look around the club, all I see is cowboys,
Man, cause I gotta respect the money and the power!
11.Monster In My Head＊
I'm sitting here watching my daughter being born
Feel like I should thank God that nothing went wrong
Back in my days I was headed straight for the graveyard
Running from school cause enemies never stay far
Wear my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers
Cause they was always into shit, good thing we had different
mothers
Playing football in the streets with the homies
And local drug dealers kicking back making money cause the crack
fiend
Was always there so I start selling that cane cause nobody never
cared
Mama at the post office working that late night shift
Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn't shit
Sweating over the stove and on a school clothes
Open the refrigerator like where did the food go？
Trying to do whatever I can to be a man, hope you understand
Even when shit goes wrong it's part of God's plan, Amen
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
Laying here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall
Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the fuck is
going on？
In a nigga head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up
dead
Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams
Chrenshaw boulevard chilling, that was the night scene
And like the movies, niggas act a fool
When you pushing a beamer, who gives a fuck about a School？
Mom's seta curfew, but I was breaking all the rules
Kicked a nigga out the house so I started forming my crew
Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips
scheming on me
Cause they know my trap self made, trying to get by or getting
high
That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that's how
them cowards die
Pay 'em no mind but keep my chrome to the end of time
Feeling like no nigga can see me I think they're going blind
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
Seemed like just yesterday a nigga was only 21
Showing the little homies how to use a fucking gun
Now look what I become, nigga was on the run
From the coptom slums, they right, like father like son
But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt
Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once
Yeah them was the days but now a nigga getting paid
Pouring down rose for my niggas in the grave
My nigga Big Will and my homie P D
Feel like yesterday we was just running in the streets
And I swear to God funny how the time fly
And the only thing certain is that we all die
So let your soul fly
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
12.Wow
My cup, my bitch niggers, everything major
My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
Indiana hoosers don't need more about the laser
Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
Black 24's lips fatter than fantasia
And her name Su Wu, isn't it ironic？
Respect me like Mohamed, but nigger I'm not Islamic
On above my profit, ain't you in the cockpit
The day I'm feeling good riding in his holy ghost
Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus peace
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
I'm on a great run, the world love me
So love or hate me, it's all gravy
I'm on my grind custom, yeah my grind custom
While you cross counters, we cross continents
I got irons, squares for you
Power for goons, prepare for you
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from the majors
Get your boss on your phone cause we don't fuck with middle men
Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man
Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
I move like wow, I'm smoking right now
13.25 To Life
25 to life no f＊cking the road
Is enemies in this b＊tch and i don't trust the soul
So when i'm open here i'm eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i'm stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don't give a f＊ck
None of bad luck and i ain't never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f＊ck around ..
25 to life
25 to life no f＊cking the road
Is enemies in this b＊tch and i don't trust the soul
So when i'm open here i'm eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i'm stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don't give a f＊ck
None of bad luck and i ain't never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f＊ck around ..
25 to life
25 to life no f＊cking the road
Is enemies in this b＊tch and i don't trust the soul
So when i'm open here i'm eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i'm stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don't give a f＊ck
None of bad luck and i ain't never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f＊ck around ..
25 to life
14.Out Of Towner
Sitting on the subway looking like who is that？
The boy got... hood new york...
You can never miss me, we are cool at that,
They love me, I holler like a ten dollar...
I spit that old street blues, yeah,.. rap
My style is big...
I said my style is big...
If I skip to next track...
Goes to manhattan, see what...
... cause we're... in the fashion!
Madison square, gandhi, feeling like...
Jordan's... fresh to death, my gears in the coffin!
... nigger coughing and blowing...
Riding in the old train, listen...
I'm just riding in the old train, listen...
Riding in the old train, listen...
I'm just riding in the, old train listen...
Said I'm riding in the old train, listen to the...
... you nigger is copy pets, my style is...
I ain't shot... cut me on cold weather,
And all I do is win,..
... niggers riding in,
Killers from... niggers out here robbing 'em,
And even get... ain't coming to him.
Keep thinking... that lien and how you...
... for god I was on the hook,
... for corner hustlers,
Bad kings, mcs all wanna fuck with us.
Blowing trees like the winter city,
Nigger, I blow trees in the winter city
Riding in the old train, listen...
I'm just riding in the old train, listen...
Riding in the old train, listen...
I'm just riding in the old train, listen...
Said I'm riding in the old train, listen to the...
I've been...
First forty eighty,
Ain't nothing about the gold, damn, nigger my fans...
And ever since they locked my nigger's old damn
Everything slow down, but my nigger... is on!
The homie... put the bosses on,
We blow horns like the dolphins' song
And we don't force the... that new era fly off the...
I'm about to take my time to south beach,
I don't even go to the games, but gotta...
Ain't no tricking, daddy,.. have a couple mojitos to fuck him
like the...
Riding down... in a place they think I'm uncle luke,
Tony montana, who the fuck is you？
I'm the old west side...
Riding in the fast lane, listen...
I'm just riding in the fast lane, listen...
Riding in the fast lane, listen...
I'm just riding in the fast lane listen...
Said I'm riding in the fast lane, listen to the...
15.Standin On A Corner
Big blunts in the air, I dont even care
Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
Stuntin in my J's
I got every pair, they put out since '85
Cus a nga bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear, cus im stylin'
Try to go bottle for bottle with us
Can't do it, money we runnin through us
So competition throw the towel in
We over here, with fireworks up in the air
Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the ？
And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head
Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
Im gettin bread while im
Standing on the corner
Watching my logo
I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm clean
So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
And I dont ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
You know I used to broke but now nigga I'm getting it
As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in bottom of a basement
Back when I got started, nigga saying your shit is basic
Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
Call a cab for these niggas, cus they ain't gon make it
Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is
Well he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style, its pretty contagious
Man them prolly doing him all kind of favors
I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well, I couldn't tell you what it is
More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
And let these suckas complain
I'm standing on the corner, watching the world go
I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
Its that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Dakota
And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
I used to be letting on
Now the niggas listening
Big money talk, big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet, that's how big money walk
Shorty give me head, like she don't need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Popping champagne, hit him with the cork
Eating so good, nigga need a fork
And I ball hard, nigga need a court
The way lil mama give me brain
I swear she must have been a dork
Duh! You know me I keep one rolled up
Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from
And these hating niggas get no love
I be rolling weed, getting rich, fucking they bitch
Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair
You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air
Standing on the corner, talking that shit
You ain't really saying nothing, just hating of him
Every time i'm in my car i'm smoking that green
Even though this real life, its like a movie scene
I ain't in the club
It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang up
Nobody used to know me but but
Now a nigga famous, now a nigga famous
16.Grave Yard
Welcome to the graveyard
Where everybody like to pray：Allahu Akbar
You scared to say 'God？' They call me Game because I play hard
So get your helmets and your face guards
I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off： Nicholas Cage
They say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage
Your girl say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades
Respect the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them twin Techs
I'll Raid on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin they family
Oh, where I'm from they call that 'incest'
Open the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks
Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good look
Sing the hook：
In this heartless world that I live in
I have learned that I can't depend on love
It hasn't made me a Saint
So I'mma take it all with me to the graveyard
The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it look
They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks
And Nas told niggas they was shooting and they'd look
Niggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on Facebook
Now put that on your wall, I put that on the wall
I shot-call and brawl quicker than Jon Wall
I'm killing these niggas, bought everything last year
And wasn't feeling these niggas. I mean I was numb last year
Wasn't feeling you niggas. Came back
To sell a few more mil on you niggas
Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain't scared of no ghost
Cause all the dead rapper's albums are selling the most
Some say the 3rd verse puts niggas in a hearse
Since I was born Jay, guess I'm the Gift ＆ The Curse
Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it first
Still blood out here that's why I'm up in the church
Still repenting for my sins, but not all the way
Cause I just rode up in the Benz and handed homie the K
What he gon do with it？ Probably run up on your crew with it
That's what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it
Now I just lean back, '72 with it
Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a fool with it
Back to them haters and the stool-pigeons
You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living？
17.Change Your Life
ER nigger fuck your baby momma
Fuck all of her friends than I not I am a not
Follow my on twitter nigger don't be that bidder if that's your
girl
Nigger I for .. got stabs on my .. that don't mean I can't get
her naked
Check it 45 for my necklace .. so reckless tell your girl I got
a hard dick for red lips
Tell her the sexiest tell her the text is tell her to pick me up
in the ex shit
Not for long graduated for Stanford so our .. came strong
She look good in dress used to see her in the down
Get her so wet she could .. a bomb ass so white make a nagger
wanan tap
Pussy so tight feel my hand like a snack ..almost fell in love
but a nigegr had to snack back
.. Mister .. you ain't like me catch my with a .. ice tee
You ain't heard .. put your ass down like the six four round ..
I only got one night in this town
Chorus
Stars are ..
Time to put the bottle in the ice
.. one night I can sleep it right
Girl tell me what you want
Everything comes with a ..
I just want a little time maybe ..
I have been waiting for this moment all my life
Give it to me how I want you know how I want it
Started out with .. drop that ass off
Got to keep the meter running
Got 3 thousand hits .. mother fuckers
Now I am rocking with the greatest .. blood diamonds
..welcome to flight school .. i need a parasute
Baby I am on my shit .. nobody fucking with me
Tell your bitch .. get on these hoes .. all I wanna do is ..
with the crew
Next day she is like you owe me an apology
.. why you are following me .. bitch why you ain't swelling
Chorus
Stars are ..
Time to put the bottle in the ice
.. one night I can sleep it right
Girl tell me what you want
Everything comes with a ..
I just want a little time maybe ..
I have been waiting for this moment all my life
Give it to me how I want you know how I want it
18.Red
Redman in the building
Yo Game what's good my nigga
Killa house
Black Wall Street what's hood
You already know i'ma do it like this my nigga
Yo i've been hustlin' that's where the fuck Red been
It's Redman, infrared with a hairpin
Trigga when the red ring, I got bitches in Washington after my
red skin
Red, that's the color when it came out him
Red, that's the name of the Game album
Red, I wear black I look fly
Red, I'm getting head on the red eye
Red, put in work
Red, keep the airport security on high red alert
Red, what's up red
You know red to' up
Red, the color that Baby and Wayne throw up
Redman, the red necks they can't stand it
I got caught with their daughter red handed
Red, i'm not rich but the paper good
So bring it on a liner, big boy neighbourhood
Red, yeah yeah boy you know me
Red, that's the color that my eyes be
Red, I'm on fire homeboy
And that's that the color that'll show you that I'm hot
You mention Redman the wrong way it's red dots
I put you in the sky nigga, Redd Foxx
Yeah Red Rum, clock out the red beam
Give you red wings and I ain't talking about the hockey team
I'm talking red rags hopping out of red wags
With a red bone can't wear any Sinbads
And I've been bad before Michael Jackson was
That's why the red album got a Michael Jackson buzz
I mean I should get a red Michael Jackson glove
And grab my dick (HOOOOOOOO!), what's happening blood
Or you can catch me on the red carpet
Bitch rocking red bottoms, you can call her red scarlet
And just like the store you can be a red target
My shit butter, you ain't never seen red margarine
Red star with my face make 'em talk a lot
Shut they ass up, red robbies in the parking lot
Red, yeah yeah boy you know me
Red, that's the color that my eyes be
Red, I'm on fire homeboy
And that's that the color that'll show you that I'm hot
19.Ace Of Spades
20.Fucked Up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me fucked up
I be on the block with that chrome boy, Postin' up with my home
boy
Leanin' on the 2 tone boy, What you want for them zones boy
10-5, 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little more
Take a shot of that 'tron boy, bag it up and then gone boy
They givin' (？) out, watch yourself on that phone boy
They gave me seven (？), mama singing that song boy
We gettin' money baby, we gettin' cash money
Stuntin' like im Birdman, sittin' on my cash
120 on the dash, 4 (？) on the wheeeeels
Paper stacking too long boy, blowing cheech and that chong boy
Better watch that tone boy, headshots to that dome boy
Think a nigga trip the way I walk around
Gotta keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down
Gotta keep them bitches on my dick then I bring (？) around
Paper stash gon' break em down, fuck 'em hard don't make a sound
I'm all about that trap boy, ride around with that pistol
Gotta keep the bitch in my lap boy, hater niggas, come get ya
Made my niggas (？), my niggas clean, we do it (？), try to
intervene
Thats suicide fuckin' with my team, I'm blowing clouds and I'm
'bout the cream
Yeah, and I'm bout that shit, we full of chips, and I'm (？) hoes
Y'all full of shit, not suckin' the O's, I'm too legit and I'm
tippin' 4's
Niggas really want it, bitches lookin' silly for it
Really kill the niggas for it, niggas lookin' real important
Say boy, ever had a bitch all up in your crib
Stickin' that dick all up in the ribs
Then she tell fuck niggas where you live
And now they all up in your shit
Flippin' matresses over, turnin' couches sideways
They thinkin' crime pays
Got a choppa
For the niggas that don't understand how the fuck we ope-
-rate and anyway get back on top of my paper chase
Kush burnin', smell the dragon, 29's, been had 'em
Niggas take shots, then runnin' high
We'll find their ass, Bin Ladin
Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, better watch your block boy
Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue, I'm gone of that Ciroc boy
Clipped up to that pop boy, holdin' on to that knot boy
Palms grippin' that Glock boy, we comin' back for them yachts
boy
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