Haha, the drama king motherfuckas’ Addicted to beef pt. 2, The Game is in New York in Converse, Ha
Come to Cali get jumped in the gang If you ain’t a crip like Snoop or a blood like Game Niggas’ll run upon you and snatch your chain Leave you on the ground leakin’ that purple rain ‘Cause you fuckin’ with the Compton hoodrats If you blowin’ out her back and back in she unloadin’ a clip out your ratchet, that’s how it happen Tell Carmelo, for the right price I’ll get his drink embezzled And send her back to Denver, all I want in return Is to autograph Andre Miller, that’s gangster 45 stainless Me?! I ain’t ever gotta’ tuck my chain in You want beef I’ll show you what pain is You ain’t gotta ask Marshall Mathers what my name is Come to Compton I’ll show you where The Game is Got up to 9-5 since Buck came in Cops come I’mma dash like Damon ‘Till these S dots start makin my feet hurt Then put a million in the Nikes that LeBron wear In the eet dirt should’ve came with a T-shirt G-Unit hogtied, niggas feed first While your bitch suckin’ Tony Yayo ’till her knees hurt You better suck him like he just came home Then he went back in, then he just came home And the beef won’t be a one day long ‘Cause I’ll put 5 niggas in place like an NBA zone And you can shoot your way out or pull a K out But when the smoke clears everybody laid out At the scene, then slide of in a six-trey Impala dragon green If I crash that I’mma’ paint the wagon cream So I can put that in Lowrider Magazine If I don’t win I’m takin’ jewelry, pattin’ jeans I don’t care if you 7 foot with packing Gs I got a full black jacket thing and a black magazine So don’t make my ratchet sing Unless you feel like doin’ your casket thing In the church where it might hear around a Jackson theme In Compton it got average fiends, we got the ones That run in your house and kill you for a plasma screen They’ll do anything to put the rock in the antenna Have you spittin’ to O-Boy like Juelz Santana I dipped in your set, red bandana With a bitch from Harlem that only speak spanish But she know what the plan is Drew by the fat guy and back to her man crib She got ass like she from Atlanta Fuck her brains out then slide on my G6 canvas Like I play softball, pitch rock underhanded Dre made it happen now I’m G-Unit branded, bitch
Yeah motherfucka’ First nigga on the West Coast that holds two mixtapes On the East Coast back to back motherfuckas’, suck my dick And none of y’all can stop the City of Compton, hahaha Yeah motherfuckas’, I’m in New York like a Yankee fitted Somebody call the N.Y.P.D. send that boy back to Cali ‘fore I fuck somebody up Aftermath, G-G-G-G-Unit