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The Game talking
The young Roy Jones of this rap s**t
Somebody bout to get knocked the fked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin
Verse 1: The Game
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigg* you're too big for your britches
Two gold albums not make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a f*g but money like Little Richard
Take your f*gg*t as* picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your as* down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
Come get me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot
Chorus: The Game
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Verse 2: The Game
See what the problem is too much east coast d*ck lickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk as* stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigg*'ll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
fk around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
Cuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
Chorus: The Game
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Verse 3: The Game
It took me a little while but I am now understandin
Jay fked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigg* take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly b*tch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fk Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik c0x
And I got a pine box for a nigg* like you
Streets is talkin how many real like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast
Chorus: The Game
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
