The Game
The Game - 360 Degrees songtekst
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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.