[The Game]
Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa that nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga the mafia way toast it up like Sopranos And when it starts snowin', i push it like pianos Back in the Lambo, like I was born wit it Makaveli porpouse shoot up the ? wit it From the cradle to the grave on this 22s Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes Is there a heaven for a nigga wit the crucifix? So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice wit this B O double S that's my nigga ROSS And that's my Cali connect, cuz I can get it crossed Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat Take a shortcut, round the Pacific Throw the Ak in the Atlantic That's Mafia Livin'!!!
[Ja Rule]
Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia The swag is capable but that's just comparison It's impossible like they'll get our move And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood It's a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home Now I smell pussy pussy got lips but it don't talk to me that's why you my bitch and you on my dick cause I ****ed you up once, ****ed you up twice and you still talking **** what must I do to get through to you? kindly get off my dick For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of Read in between the lines when you hear me talk Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all
[Fat Joe]
I'm a nigga 'til I die, and i ain't even try See the murder in my eye, nigga **** the other side I don't give a ****, i will bring you Jerry cups Yayo is its bottom bitch, Banks is the ?gali girl? Don't worry about Whoo Kid, ???? Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre ? Don't let me catch nausea, I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it Help him, bigger than Maybach Music Got them choppers man, don't make excuses Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage I say **** that you can't say, cause i ain't snitch I ain't bitch made!!
[Rick Ross]
David beat Goliath Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain Bitch I keep it real like I still dealin' kane Realest **** I wrote and i put this on this quote Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books Fat ?mark? boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks No need for a vest that i suffocate the flash ? anticipatin' death Let the riffle sing cause i have a dream ?My carrer just got king in a tuff full of cream? Pink champagne seem to take away the pain While the blue ? is penetrating all the lames Money ain't the thang, bitch that's a lie It only controls every bitch that's alive Money manifest, haters gotta die Tia neva told you that that mutha****er rides Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash It's time of my embark on my million man march A month of the dark, name me the victim In a sweet ? ?Markey snops, markey stops? Then I give that 50 cent a ?marquesse pops? A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it Show up in his hood with the ?woods by demony? Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live My music is the mob, it is what it is Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets Only Boss gettin' money wit the Bloods & the Crips AMEN!!
Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa that nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga the mafia way toast it up like Sopranos And when it starts snowin', i push it like pianos Back in the Lambo, like I was born wit it Makaveli porpouse shoot up the ? wit it From the cradle to the grave on this 22s Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes Is there a heaven for a nigga wit the crucifix? So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice wit this B O double S that's my nigga ROSS And that's my Cali connect, cuz I can get it crossed Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat Take a shortcut, round the Pacific Throw the Ak in the Atlantic That's Mafia Livin'!!!
[Ja Rule]
Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia The swag is capable but that's just comparison It's impossible like they'll get our move And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood It's a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home Now I smell pussy pussy got lips but it don't talk to me that's why you my bitch and you on my dick cause I ****ed you up once, ****ed you up twice and you still talking **** what must I do to get through to you? kindly get off my dick For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of Read in between the lines when you hear me talk Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all
[Fat Joe]
I'm a nigga 'til I die, and i ain't even try See the murder in my eye, nigga **** the other side I don't give a ****, i will bring you Jerry cups Yayo is its bottom bitch, Banks is the ?gali girl? Don't worry about Whoo Kid, ???? Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre ? Don't let me catch nausea, I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it Help him, bigger than Maybach Music Got them choppers man, don't make excuses Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage I say **** that you can't say, cause i ain't snitch I ain't bitch made!!
[Rick Ross]
David beat Goliath Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain Bitch I keep it real like I still dealin' kane Realest **** I wrote and i put this on this quote Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books Fat ?mark? boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks No need for a vest that i suffocate the flash ? anticipatin' death Let the riffle sing cause i have a dream ?My carrer just got king in a tuff full of cream? Pink champagne seem to take away the pain While the blue ? is penetrating all the lames Money ain't the thang, bitch that's a lie It only controls every bitch that's alive Money manifest, haters gotta die Tia neva told you that that mutha****er rides Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash It's time of my embark on my million man march A month of the dark, name me the victim In a sweet ? ?Markey snops, markey stops? Then I give that 50 cent a ?marquesse pops? A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it Show up in his hood with the ?woods by demony? Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live My music is the mob, it is what it is Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets Only Boss gettin' money wit the Bloods & the Crips AMEN!!
this song is hot the game was dope, ja rule is back better than ever, fat joe is crack, and rick ross boss
this song is hot the game was dope, ja rule is back better than ever, fat joe is crack, and rick ross boss
wack ass ****
this **** is hot man, the whole G unit soldiers may go kraZ when they hear it 4 the first time. Ja really drops well on this ****.
I like 50 a lot but cant help from tellin da truth.
they wash G unit's ass. am expectin a reply
this **** is hot man, the whole G unit soldiers may go kraZ when they hear it 4 the first time. Ja really drops well on this ****.
I like 50 a lot but cant help from tellin da truth.
they wash G unit's ass. am expectin a reply
these niggaz lame. 50 goin kill them n rappn.Iaint heard the song yet. i bet it lae
what the **** is this ****, ja rule thinks he's on top that niggas career is washed up, he can't rock the unit...fat joe is gone as well, his career was dead years ago. G-unit will **** em up..game didn't even do a diss he was just there for numbers....officer ricky was super whack.....**** Ja Rule, **** Fat Joe.....gGgGgG G-unit on top baby
what the **** is this ****, ja rule thinks he's on top that niggas career is washed up, he can't rock the unit...fat joe is gone as well, his career was dead years ago. G-unit will **** em up..game didn't even do a diss he was just there for numbers....officer ricky was super whack.....**** Ja Rule, **** Fat Joe.....gGgGgG G-unit on top baby
what the **** is this ****, ja rule thinks he's on top that niggas career is washed up, he can't rock the unit...fat joe is gone as well, his career was dead years ago. G-unit will **** em up..game didn't even do a diss he was just there for numbers....officer ricky was super whack.....**** Ja Rule, **** Fat Joe.....gGgGgG G-unit on top baby
all ima say to my homies game, rule, fat, and the boss. **** 50, the nigga is wack **** 50,
this only good cause games on it, ja rule's alright too.
but the unit will ALLWAYS win this ****!!!
**** ROSS AND **** JOE - FAT MOTHER ****ERS!!!!
GGGG G-UNIT
[The Game]
Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level
Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa
that nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga
the mafia way toast it up like Sopranos
And when it starts snowin', i push it like pianos
Back in the Lambo, like I was born wit it
Makaveli porpouse shoot up the ? wit it
From the cradle to the grave on this 22s
Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes
Is there a heaven for a nigga wit the crucifix?
So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice wit this
B O double S that's my nigga ROSS
And that's my Cali connect, cuz I can get it crossed
Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow
Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat
Take a shortcut, round the Pacific
Throw the Ak in the Atlantic
That's Mafia Livin'!!!
[Ja Rule]
Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess
Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia
The swag is capable but that's just comparison
It's impossible like they'll get our move
And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood
It's a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home
Now I smell pussy
pussy got lips but it don’t talk to me
that’s why you my bitch and you on my dick
cause I ****ed you up once, ****ed you up twice
and you still talking ****
what must I do to get through to you?
kindly get off my dick
For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of
Read in between the lines when you hear me talk
Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all
[Fat Joe]
I'm a nigga 'til I die, and i ain't even try
See the murder in my eye, nigga **** the other side
I don't give a ****, i will bring you Jerry cups
Yayo is its bottom bitch, Banks is the ?gali girl?
Don't worry about Whoo Kid, ????
Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre ?
Don't let me catch nausea,
I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it
Help him, bigger than Maybach Music
Got them choppers man, don't make excuses
Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi
Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me
Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain
Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage
I say **** that you can't say, cause i ain't snitch
I ain't bitch made!!
[Rick Ross]
David beat Goliath
Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins
I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends
Money come and go, but the trill will remain
Bitch I keep it real like I still dealin' kane
Realest **** I wrote and i put this on this quote
Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke
Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books
Fat ?mark? boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks
No need for a vest that i suffocate the flash
? anticipatin' death
Let the riffle sing cause i have a dream
?My carrer just got king in a tuff full of cream?
Pink champagne seem to take away the pain
While the blue ? is penetrating all the lames
Money ain't the thang, bitch that's a lie
It only controls every bitch that's alive
Money manifest, haters gotta die
Tia neva told you that that mutha****er rides
Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides
Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine
Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash
It's time of my embark on my million man march
A month of the dark, name me the victim
In a sweet ?
?Markey snops, markey stops?
Then I give that 50 cent a ?marquesse pops?
A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it
Show up in his hood with the ?woods by demony?
Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live
My music is the mob, it is what it is
Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets
Only Boss gettin' money wit the Bloods & the Crips
AMEN!!
Yo ....yall r ****ed up rite now...
remember hail mary...50's gonna getcha bitches...
hope he fills their ass with lead...
my boy 50 i know u comin up wit sometin thats gonna shut em up...4 evaaaaaaaaaa
This sound is really deeper than rap. I luv Rick Ross's part and Fat Joe's part. The Game & Ja Rule's parts are also cool. DEEPER THAN RAP.
young flow dont know wat da **** he's talkin about rick ross would murder the whole Gay-unit by him damn self and wat da hell u talkin about moneymont Ja would beat da **** out of 50 cent gorilla azz and fat joe been in da game for the longest i bet u wouldn't say dat in joe's face though and 4 The Game he was the best in da g-unit when he got kicked out da group got worser and the only person in da G-unit hold da group is Lyold banks if he ever gets kicked out 50 cent is done.Couple years ago 50 was could now he's garbage azz hell he's needs 2 get da **** out of da booth and dats da truth. Bitch azz niggia
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this track is dope..they really did their thing..i really love rick ross' part,d guy is dope,he is d boss 4 real...nice track but it didnt sound like the game was dissing anybody...
yo man! i don't diss haters, i disrespect them.
yo 50 stop the lesbienism and get ****ed by real G's.
you **** up now get off R.U.L.E's dick-
YOUR NEW NAME BITCH'FTY.
YOU CRAZY!
LOVE FROM GHANA. HOLLA ROSS, J.O.S.E, R.U.L.E, GGGGAMME THATS WHAT'S UP.
F* 50 DON HEAR ME THOUGH.
"I'MA SLAP U IN THE FACE BITCH MADE MOTHER****ER"
XXX RATEDD NIGGUH!
Your lyrics for Ross's Verse are WAY OFF. I PUT THE CORRECTIONS IN CAPS.
David beat Goliath
Triple black BENZ, lord forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you niggas including some OLD friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain
Bitch I keep it real like Im still dealin' cane Realest **** I wrote and i put this on this quote Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke
Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books
Fat MOB boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks
No need for a vest that will SUFFOCATE THE FLESH
IM MARTIN ON THE BALCONY anticipatin' death
Let the rifle sing cause i have a dream MY CORRETTA SCOTT KING in a TUB full of cream
Pink champagne seem to take away the pain
While the blue HOLLO-POINTS penetrating all the lames
Money ain't A thang, bitch that's a lie
It only controls every bitch that's alive
Money manifest, haters gotta die
Tia neva told you that that mutha****er rides
Niggas TAKING sides, crack smokin' wides Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine
Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash
It's time I embark on my million man march
IM UNORTHODOX, name me the VICTOR In a SUITE WITH SHANIQUA AND THAT BRAIN OFF THE RICTOR
Markey snops, markey stop. Then I give THEM 50 cent THATS marquesse pops
A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it
Show up in his hood with the WOLVES by THE MORNING Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live
My music is the mob, it is what it is
Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets
Only Boss gettin'
money wit the Bloods & the Crips AMEN!!
THESE ARE THE CORRECT LYRICS FOR ROSS'S VERSE!
Your lyrics for Ross's Verse are WAY OFF. I PUT THE CORRECTIONS IN CAPS.
David beat Goliath
Triple black BENZ, lord forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you niggas including some OLD friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain
Bitch I keep it real like Im still dealin' cane Realest **** I wrote and i put this on this quote Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke
Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books
Fat MOB boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks
No need for a vest that will SUFFOCATE THE FLESH
IM MARTIN ON THE BALCONY anticipatin' death
Let the rifle sing cause i have a dream MY CORRETTA SCOTT KING in a TUB full of cream
Pink champagne seem to take away the pain
While the blue HOLLO-POINTS penetrating all the lames
Money ain't A thang, bitch that's a lie
It only controls every bitch that's alive
Money manifest, haters gotta die
Tia neva told you that that mutha****er rides
Niggas TAKING sides, crack smokin' wides Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine
Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash
It's time I embark on my million man march
IM UNORTHODOX, name me the VICTOR In a SUITE WITH SHANIQUA AND THAT BRAIN OFF THE RICTOR
Markey snops, markey stop. Then I give THEM 50 cent THATS marquesse pops
A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it
Show up in his hood with the WOLVES by THE MORNING Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live
My music is the mob, it is what it is
Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets
Only Boss gettin'
money wit the Bloods & the Crips AMEN!!
THESE ARE THE CORRECT LYRICS FOR ROSS'S VERSE!
**** em Gunit boyz they all lame y'all heard me.Game is on top,Fat joe burns with flames,Ja just provedhecan wack 50 out and Ross is da boss.I think fifty should quit for the love of the rap game.
Your lyrics for Fat Joe's Verse are WAY OFF. I PUT THE CORRECTIONS IN CAPS.
THUG nigga til' i die and i ain't even try See the murder in my eye, nigga **** the other side I don't give a ****, i will bring you Jerry cups Yayo is THIS bottom bitch, Banks is a girly-girl Don't worry about Whoo Kid,MACHO SMACKED HIS FACE IN, LIGHTLY THREW THE TOWEL AND BEGGED PISTOL NOT TO DRAPE HIM
I meant (?), don't let me catch NELSON
I DONE SPOKE TO GOD man, He can't even help HIM, help him. BIG UP TO Maybach Music! Got them choppers man.
Don't make US USE IT, hit's out the PARK. they call me Big Papi Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage I say **** that you can't say, cause i ain't snitch I ain't bitch made!!
Ricky Ross is the best!
Ricky Ross is the best!
you can listen to a song worth **** cause you ****ed up all kinds of words you stupid ****
nigga when ever we re talk about people don`t talk 50 da nigga aint ****t but a snitch..
**** that,,,,that crazy joh....50 b*****
Yo guyz I realy wana know wat Ross says at the end after amen! And isnt there a line that says The mick shall inherit the earth afta the David beat Goliath part? No lies this songz the ****! Hands down
Yo guyz I realy wana know wat Ross says at the end after amen! And isnt there a line that says The mick shall inherit the earth afta the David beat Goliath part? No lies this songz the ****! Hands down
50 is my man but 4 sure he cant hold tha kilos in it
50 is 4 real nd al those sayin **** about him wil die wit their mouth wide open..
1 Love homies
1 Love homies
1 Love homies
Ross i got two word 4 u **** u mehn u had 2 collaborate wit all d dead bitches 50 killed a long time ago 2 get dis track.still d song smells like pusy stinkin pussy at dat.....used 2 respect u b4 mayne nw i c u as a fat ass bitch.....gGgGgGunit 4 real.....