The Game

The Game - 360 Degrees lyrics

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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 

bitches wanna give me head 

dollas in my bank account 

Soundscan the first week out 

mufucka's on my dick 

mufucka's talkin' shit 

Hit a breakdown, I'm the king, and you better respect it 

all i need is Beyonce in a Rockafella necklace 

Nigga, you can check up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood 

gave niggas 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 nigga'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, nigga sicka than the West Nile 

Who's king of the West now? 

I'm puttin' my vest down, niggas ain't gonna kill shit 

Shut the fuck up,nigga, you ain't gon' kill shit 

Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers 

And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers 

fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya grill backwards 

fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em 

My flow semi-automatic 

Touch'n pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment 

nigga 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,nigga look at me now 

You need a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou 

Cuzz half of these rap niggas 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 

Nigga, i'm so ahead'a time, and i spit betta lines, betta rhymes 

Every time niggas hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline 

"fuck it I'm rich, for nothin', tell the media, get off'a my dick 

You with me? my next album gon' sell like Britney 

I beat on these rap niggas 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, nigga, we ain't shit 

And you livin' in my shadow like Marcus Vick 

And I heard about ya little rappers talkin' shit 

Stay out my family business or you get a coffin quick 

I ain't changed, same Nigga 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 shit 

I tell her boomp, slow down baby, I gotta get this shit firm like Foxy, Nas, and AZ 

She said fuck you pay me, so I left her in A.Z. 

That's what i get for lettin' her listen to my Jay-Z 

fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that 

Dress up for the Grammys, but i still don't drive Maybachs 

Nigga, I'm a gangsta, and homie don't play dat 

Stand way back, and get your ass clapped ASAP 

Nigga, 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, nigga 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 

Nigga so lame, talkin' he gang bang 

Won't bust a shot, and tha nigga 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 bastard's done 

Be easy, I might give you a pass this once 

I'm Ready To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son 

Nigga, 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 nigga mention Dre get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face 

How that taste? Blow ya shit 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

Nigga I'm for real , my flow ill like smoke in ya lungs 

I spit sharp, like a razor blade under my tongue 

Nigga, I'm number one, motha fucka 

Bar none, who else kick knowledge outside'a Hoa''n the God Son 

'N we can bar for bar, cocksucker, 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' niggas like Doctor Dre's drums 

Look at these mufucka's tryin'a prove theyselves 

Thinkin' beefin' wit Hurricane gon' boost they sells 

Never that, muthafucka, I'm a clever cat 

Kanye West and slacks, nigga, 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 fuck outta here, man, let's go find somethin' to do.
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