GAME 9 MINUTE FREESTYLE PERFORMED BY GAME LYRICS
The fuck is all this noise?
He from county, he can't rap,
he ain't bad than this nigga,
that's my favourite hard,
fuck ya'll, here the break down,
no deep clocks, i'm cockin with dawg, like the soul of reeboks, right up under me dawg,
and i feel like i dun' it befo', sit in the grove pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust, don't let MAC Availly fool you homie duggin the cost,
Dwana low nigga for the love the ones that we lost, you aint gotta away for that out mom fuck with the source, but i turned up my easy-e and letter bump
and a push, i mean turned up my B-I-G and let 'em bump in a porche, tell 'em the roll away Compton when we comin to New York, hip-hop police homie
think they runnin New york, 'til i lace my air 1 and show 'em how to run in New York, they try to take me downtown and put me under the car,
and 'cause yo ones tell 'em i kill your gun and ya all, and homie that scriptin ain' fat, he got whipped on whacks so he snitched just to get me back, no matter
what you say dawg that shit ain' whack, you better watch you say it might get you clacked, 'cause a little advice homie, switch the rest cause the shit on ya last
album made me get you ?plast?, what nigga you need a gun i get you that, P A 9 nigga man, dre stitch you back, weapon industry niggas i admit to that,
but i don' even want to change i'll let the crips do that, 12 balls for that bitch you won't live through that, even a nigga with a 10 year bit do that, put a gun in
its mouth yerh yerh do that, he a pussy *sniff sniff*,
i saw a kid do that, i'm waiting to die bid you that, he ain't e'en lookin at his white ?tee'? you can see his
ribs through that,
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