[The Game talking]   What the fuck is all this noise?   He from Cali he can't rap   He ain't better than this nigga   That's my favorite artist   Fuck y'all hear the breakdown      [Verse 1: The Game]   No detox I'm comfortable dog   Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog   And it feel like I done it before   Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust   Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs   Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost   You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source   But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche   I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche   Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New York   Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York   Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York   They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court   Cuz Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun New York   And homey that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax   So he snitched just to get me back   No matter what you say dog your shit be whack   You better watch what you say it might get you clapped   Here's a little advice homey switch your raps   Cuz that shit on your last album ain't get you plat's   What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that   P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back   ??? Industry niggaz I'll admit to that   But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that   12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that   Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that   Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that   He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that   I'm +Ready To Die+ B.I.G knew that   He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that   You cocksucker let your ears do that   Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap   2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back   Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack   Where's that somewhere where the crackers at   Real far from where the roaches and rats is at   Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at   Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack   Give the advance money back I am not have to rap   Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back   That's nine five a bird take half of that   Import it, export it in cracker jacks   When you get to the projects ask for Black   You know what you started with give him half of that   He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack   And i'mma gives you 3500 cash for that   Gotta keep your mouth closed or i'mma blast the Mack   They won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap   Once you outta the throne you can't have it back   Retirement home and ain't nothing after that   Except you layin in a casket black   Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on   No subliminals I ain't talkin to you Shawn   I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on   Who the fuck put you on   Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons   I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on   Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on   And it don't matter is it's Sway or KaySlay   Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day   They act like they forgot about Dre-day   I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ   It's me leaking through your stereo   Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial   I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow   Razor tongue and I'm far from Haitian son   All black like the range rover wheels   niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't kill   Let me show you the stars take you back to the car   Rewind time march 3, 1994   I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's   When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs   Runnin with my brother phase he was seventeen   Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block   Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre   Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote   We runnin through the alley like Bishop chasin ? Ass   First murder and I did that without a mask   Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag   Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag   Gangbangin forever he still got his swag   Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass   Everybody in New York know that you a fag   Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad   Speakin death on my red bandana   Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my antennas   Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana   That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta   So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta   Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom   Security hopped out no Joe in here   Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here   So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo   Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo   We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my solo   I'm the man Stat Quo know   I ain't gotta explain even Bo know   Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold   Get hit in the face with the back of the .44   And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose   My bitch harder than you yeah Vita loco   I haven't sold one record got rap in a chokehold   I'm Dre certified like the leader of the band   Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you stand   Smurf-ette runnin around New York like he the man   But he peed in his pants   When he saw us at Summer Jam   Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man   Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam   What you mean terrorize New York?   I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short   Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts   leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central Park   He can't walk through New York no more like john Storch   Gotta call cuz i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce   Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough like 5 boroughs   Sit on any stoop ? In the thermo   Wait till Alpo come home   Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless   Cuz he know Jay-Z departed   And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists   Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages   Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter   Showin off your little chain like these is flawless   Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin   I got R&B bitches givin me ménage's   Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin   Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's office   Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in   Promote without that magazine in Boston   Take a couple mil make Beans a offer   Give him money we don't see that often   But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy   I ain't say you won't see Bleek in Marcy   I said my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy   I'm from Compton where niggaz used to bleed for barklies   Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em   Just a little information for your summer vacation   Bring your chain cuz every nigga in L.A. waitin   Mad cuz Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers   And they'll kill you cuz Joe can't find Gary Payton   Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't makin it   Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us   Ray Roy Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in   niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit   Quiet as a church on Tuesdays   Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts only two ways   Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis   Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic   With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it   I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses   I'm a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum   16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em   Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon   Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin   Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack 'em   I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might clap 'em   Cuz niggaz shot me in 2001   Took one in the heart cuz I was too proud to run   The clip was empty when the police found my gun   So I don't bring that gangbangin shit around my son   Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel   And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville   And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit   And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit   Backstage at a D-12 concert   A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse   Niggaz show me love when they see me in the streets   But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of they beats   Nigga this shit crazy   Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to warn Slim Shady   I forgive him I got problems of my own   How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge home   These niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em   If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him   When the beef is on my piece is on   Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em   And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks   Cuz I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops   Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1   Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot   Niggaz snitchin to the street cops   Get your nephews and your niece shot   With my heat cocked in the beach stop   Nigga witta attitude like a heard Dr. Dre doin Detox   Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't shit   Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit   Niggaz might think I'm ridin dick   Cuz I let the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's   Tryin to talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up   So they could stand side by side again and live it up   This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up   With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck   My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck   It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up   What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck   And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up   I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'   Wouldn't be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck   They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck   I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup      [The Game talking]   Snoop Dogg got the crown nigga   What the fuck y'all mad at me for   I ain't sold one fuckin record   I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga   I ain't no threat   I can't rap I'm from Compton remember   You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind   Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex   I'll murder anyone of you motherfuckin   G-G-G-G-Unit   Ah!