The Game 360 Degreez Lyrics
Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while
mufucka's wanna see me dead
mufucka's wanna see me in tha feds
b____es wanna give me head
dollas in my bank account
Soundscan the first week out
mufucka's on my d___
mufucka's talkin' s___
hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you better respect it
all i need is Beyonce,AND A Rockafella necklace
n____, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood
gave n____s 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the CPT
Did it for New York
Did it for Chi-town
ran through hip hop and made these n____'s lie down
I'm goin' away for a while, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a smile =)
God Bless the child with incredible style, n____ sicka than the West Nile
Who's king of the West now?
I'm puttin' my vest down, n____s ain't gonna kill s___
Shut the f___ up,n____, you ain't gon' kill s___
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers
f___ rappin', these n____s'll push ya grill backwards
fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em
My flow semi-automatic
Touch'n p____es is my job, you a b____, this is s__ual harrassment
n____ get a lawyer when The Game comin' for ya
My jab like zab on a chin of Da Lahoya
I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' Hova noise
got tha whole world clappin just like them Noya Boys
Since a juvenile, i had to prove my style
Went from Kay Slay to DJ Clue then blaw(
20 magizine covers,n____ look at me now
You need a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou
Cuzz half of these rap n____s just be runnin' they mouth
The other half in the ATL runnin' the South
10 mil in the bank, 7 bedroom house, i'm rich, so on my 30th birthday, I'm out
n____, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit betta lines, betta rhymes
Every time n____s hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
"f___ it I'm rich, for nothin', tell the media, get off'a my d___
You with me? my next album gon' sell like Britney
I beat on these rap n____s like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more beef wit 50
And if ya just tunin' in, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360
Right back where I started, in Compton, takin' out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You bought ya Lethal Injection, and I bought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape
My brotha bought it for me, they used to call him Big Fa$e
But now, we ain't brothers, n____, we ain't s___
And you livin' in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about ya little rappers talkin' s___
Stay out my family business or you get a coffin quick
I ain't changed, same n____ that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr. Dre because his bars are sick
Gettin' head on tha road 'cause his cars are sick
And he rymed so good I had to pause the s___
I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get this s___ firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ
She said f___ you pay me, so I left her in A.Z.
That's what i get for lettin' her listen to my Jay-Z
f___ a b____, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the Grammys, but i still don't drive Maybachs
n____, I'm a gangsta, and homie don't play dat
Stand way back, and get your a__ clapped ASAP
n____, this the payback
You want beef, say that
I'll have a hundred Hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get ya whole click wet, makin' up Crip sets, n____ got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran outta Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
n____ so lame, talkin' he gang bang
Won't bust a shot, and tha n____ know where i hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane in the platinum chain, the fact remains,The Game dont' rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun, 'n Game got a rappin' tongue, so that b______'s done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this once
I'm Ready To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son
n____, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
On the same couch I put my demo and the package for Suge
After one meeting I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hangin' sellin' crack in the hood
Now it's Aftermath for good
Any n____ mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face
How that taste? Blow ya s___ out fa real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef like a steak on the grill
Got tha clips on hold, but I ain't pharrel
n____ I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya lungs
I spit sharp, like a razor blade under my tongue
n____, I'm number one, motha f___a
Bar none, who else kick knowledge outside'a Hoa''n the God Son
'N we can bar for bar, c___sucker, drop some
Watch me take flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil' n____s like Doctor Dre's drums
Look at these mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves
Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' boost they sells
Never that, m____fucka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West and slacks, n____, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rapper's on ice
"Hey, Skee, let me ask you a question-If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars, then add a 360 bars, with one Kevin Federline, what do you get? (a million) "Let's get tha f___ outta here, man, let's go find somethin' to do.
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