The Game - 400 Bars lyrics

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Ay yo Drama!

We 'bout to burn the motherfucking streets up with this shit

Breakfast club

I want to welcome everybody to the motherfucking Red Room

This ain't a mixtape

This is life!

Get em!

Its been a long time

Get re-acquainted with the world famous

You know how on point my aim is

Long range snipers, Clash of the Titans chrome pippin'

In this 300 like Leonidas

Snub in the bubble goose, riding down the interstate

Where fiends put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate

Leaning sideways with my fitted straight

The 27's on point, the paint job a New York minute late

(Check my automo no clouds in my stones)

Projects ringing, standing by the corner store

Two glocks on me, bang bang if you wanted war

That was '05, now we balling on this tour

Screaming out "Thug Life!" Pouring belvy on yo whore

Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it

Kobe, Gasol with it, uncut raw with it

Chop bricks take trips OT,

Before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OZ

(Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up Ghost)

Then stash em by the oak tree

Move it by the coke leaf

Drama let the llama knick niggas like Charles Oakley

Nigga don't insult me, I banana both b r c k esé's

And stuff em in a Lexus

I'm sitting fat like Precious, Christ up on the necklace

And I keep them clips on a dresser

Yes sir, I'm bout to ball

Louis bag the fucking mall

Bitches money and fast cars, nigga I want it all

(Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all)

Nascar game, why the fuck would I stall?

I'm the franchise nigga, Chris fucking Paul

Empty out the canonn, hit your bitch, you the truck and all

Withdraw two hundred thousand, and then fuck it off

King of the hill got a dime bitch cutting raw

She bagged the last nigga, unzip she suck it soft

Black Superman, yeah I'm above law

I put this hollow tip on quarter inch above your jaw

Eat out a fucking straw

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk

After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk

Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the pumps

Throw me in the game module and tell em wrap the bunks

The breakfast club nigga no captain crunch

This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch

I'm hungry, like I aint trapped in months

So nigga act and stunt my glock pack a punch

(Or rock or heckle a cop and seal your pine box)

Leave your head wrapped for months, while I pass the blunt

To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up Jigga

Sometimes I be in BK, with Fab on the freeway

Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay

I pop Cham like its my b-day

Horse power under my hood like its an olympic relay

My flow right on time, no delay

I raise a million dollars send it off to CHILE

(Word to my red cross, I don't fuck with red cross)

I'm all Madden nigga EA

I'm in VA

Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on three-way

Them 28's that's my DJ they spinning shit

When I took trips OT, I never rented shit

I just dropped and copped, and then I tinted shit

Diddy and Mike Epps, I'm All About the Benjamins

In it for the benefits, I be down at ten to six

Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some eggs benedict

(Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry)

And I'm living it

I be out in Venice yeah!

They say Weezy Jordan, nigga I'm on my Pippen shit

They say Drake LeBron, I'm on my Mo Williams shit

And if T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fisher shit

Long as I'm in the starting five, I'ma get it in

Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in

I was outcasted Andre Benjamin

Now I slide through with my Dominican woman friend

(She like put no ceilings in, yeah)

Just set me in, expensive wines, Paris seal

It ain't tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills

Big phantoms, sweet wheels

Back seat like a club make them bitches eat pills

Take patron shots to the purse with chrome glocks

Jay Electronica, this a dome shot

So I had to steal it, nigga I had to kill it

I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it

(Yeah! Keep running nigga)

Housing by the subway, filling through the projects

Come through in the Murcielago on foreign object

Number one prospect the day that I was drafted

Aftermathmatic unleashed the fucking bastard

Don't respect none of you niggas get in the casket

Talking ratchets never touched a fucking automatic

Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic

88 bars and running, throw it with my other classics

(Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to kill it)

Yeah trash bag it

This is crack, and I know you been fiending for this

Come get your packs

I do it for the music nigga, fuck the plaques

Ain't on no beef shit, but it's still fuck the rats

And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps

Put the cheese where they can see it and if you stunt you clap

Catch em in the club, that's when I stomp em flat

Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat

I tell you 'bout these fucking rats

They either snitch or bend over to catch

No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats

Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cap

Sit back watch the NBA Playoffs and roll it back, yeah!

Real fat, yeah

All I do is stack bread

In the hood, on the wall, like a fucking fathead

Two nines on your back, one sap, yeah

This my block and you niggas can't trap here

(Unless you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah!)

I'm killing niggas I should have a hundred tatt tears

Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers

Its gon' be a cold summer, come through like burr

The red phantom bull shit, the 25 Steve Kerr

The beat insane Just Blaze in this motherfucker

The cars outside, the case in this motherfucker

I should let off a couple strays in this motherfucker

Fuck that, tryna get laid in this motherfucker

(Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends)

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate Aftermath

Screaming out fuck 50, wouldn't snitch for half his cash

If he wasn't such a bitch, nobody would've had to blast

Still he's down in Jacksonville

Don't make me have to wrap your jag

Cause I'd rather be in Saint-Tropez unpacking bags

With bitches that speak French, how you say, "Catch a cab?"

I don't trick Euros, I don't trick Pounds

I bowling ball bitches till I knock em all down

(Like the '93 Pac, I Get Around)

Duffles by the staircase, crack by the backdoor

Navigate my way through the south, I used to trap hoe

All the way through Queens bridge moving packs yo

Might have lost a couple friends but I got my gat though

Blast for, my rap foes could never stop my cash flow

Had a Nike box of hundreds when I was in that RAV4

But now I pull up in that truck with the crash-bar

With the mag low give you anything that you ask for

(Sometimes, I can be a fucking asshole)

In the bank with my mask off

Look at this nigga AR, don't take your fucking mask off

Bitch empty out the cash drawer

We on a suicide mission but we don't give fuck

Cause if we make it out bigger house, bigger truck

I'm in the strip club with a glock, nigga what

Give me yo bitch she got a cuter face and bigger butt

I ain't gon' do shit but pour champagne on her

Hit her from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her

(Don't put the back on, too many cum stains on it)

Run a train on her, call Cartoon

Have him tattoo my name on her, Star Trek 2

You know what, fuck it Aftermath too

Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it

Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded

Had a spot in the jungles till the fucking feds found it

Momma your son got a public announcement

I got 5 million in the walls and the couches

(Don't even think about we got cameras, dogs and guns)

Ask Pepe he was there he can vouch it

Threw it in the trash can on some Oscar the Grouch shit

A bunch of green popped out, time to reroute shit

Settle down in Mississippi, got a down south clique

And my niggas like, "We ain't know all about this"

And any nigga ever snitch, got his fucking mouth fixed

You get 25, he get his fucking throat slit

Cut em like fillet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch

(Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht)

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick

Time to finish off these niggas on some trench coat shit

It's a drug war, real life Grand Theft

Catch you in the streets fuck you up then hit your man next

Come through on some retarded shit, just spraying techs

Where my dogs at? Tell em I crazier then DMX

Lazier than Chinese eyes, when I'm puffing that

Blueberry, I ain't talking where the muffins at

(Roll up the Sour diesel if you want nigga)

I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffing that

You should get a flight to California, come fuck with that

That's all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that

Take it down to Cashville and hit Young Buck with that

Don't bring nothing back boarder patrol cuffing that

I ain't tryna see the pen, I'd have to get my knuckles wrapped

I wake up real early, keep lunching fags

This shit easy, you rap niggas my punching bags

(I got some combinations nigga Pacquiao shit)

Talking 'bout you popping tags

Talking 'bout you popping Cris

Where you get it popping at?

Nigga you ain't popping shit

But an X-pill as I turn the Lex wheels

I got a mean Phantom, very upset grill

Tell em why you mad son

That nigga pulled a fast one

You know who you are

When I see you, that's your ass son

But I'm in the club, throwing shots like my last gun

It's 2 o'clock

(Yerrr)Gotta make the cash run

(Yo go get the trucks from around the corner. Tell Whack I'll meet him outside)

Into the 7-eleven, 'bout to blast one

This nigga AR will not keep his fucking mask on

Deal with it when we get to the crib

You niggas is wildin' wait til we get to the crib

And split this fucking money up

Hit the block and dummy up

Shave the onion, slice it down the middle

That's a tummy tuck

That's how we do it in Compton, fuck the police

Defend my hood like a NHL goalie

(Sometimes it's cold on these motherfucking streets nigga)

Iced out Rollie

And I still remember everything that Dre told me

Red polo fleece

Sipping on that O.E.

Never been to jail cause I never had a Codie

Do it like the OGs

Cut the Impala in half, insert the gold D's

And bounce this motherfucker til it got a slow leak

Flat bed pick it up, and you know me

I'm going with the car, all night no sleep

(Gotta get this motherfucker back on the strip)

Next day we in the red Phantom four deep

Kids running up to the car block off the whole streets

It's the ice cream man, like the old P

Cali like the Lyons' O-line, that's where the holes be

BC running shit like a nose bleed

Don't get it confused the screw like codine

More swagg than the niggas from the show meet

That's your bitch? I'm 'bout to mack her like Goldie

(Shit together we can rule the world baby)

Blacked out cadiers, four seasons caviar

Spray a lil Diddy on it that'll get their panties off

Niggas see me in the lobby looking like "Damn he soft"

Catch me outside where I can let this fucking cannon off

Soo to the woo, bet I let this cannon off

And put everything in the clip right where you standing dawg

Ride off in a Mazzie, like can I ball

For the Bucks I'm tryna get it like Brandon dawg

(Young Money clearly NBA Rookie of the Year)

I'm still standing tall, wish the Twin Towers was

Take innocent lives, that's a type of shit a coward does

I'm just reminiscing, smoking on this sour blood

Take a couple more hits and pass this shit around the bus

You can't tell me shit, I done seen a thousand drugs

A hundred rounds and ten drums

That's a thousand slugs

One day I flipped the kitchen table and found a bug

Kept looking and found another one right around the subs

(Ay yo feds, can you hear?)

Got damn! I was taking a shit, then I seen one by the tub

Feeding my fish, it's a wire right by the rug

Dumb motherfuckers, this is not where they buy their drugs

That's salami in the kitchen that we frying up

The world full of bitches all the niggas dying up

They stretching niggas out for crack, all the fiends tryna dust

We got some mean smokers for the sack they tie you up

Quarter sack, they hit the pound

Brick, they burn the house down

(They connecting you won't think that shit is funny)

The fuck these niggas laughing at

Run up, you got some cash in that?

Knock on your momma door your head sitting in the bascinet

While I'm on a G4, smoking up half the jet

All seasons in New York, smoking up half the jet

246 bars ain't broke half a sweat

Just got half a mill, gave the hood half the check

And I done shot it out with prolly over half the jet

Sometimes just for the love the other half respect

(That's that hood shit, I'm living good bitch)

Outta my mind like breaking off half a X

Moving through Hollywood faster than a bag of meth

Yep! Niggas better watch they step 'less they in a fraternity

But that ain't concerning me

Let's get back on this ape shit

Back to the basics

Cold words flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix

Yeah! Betty Crocker that

Then hit the block with that

Cut off khakis, house shoes and a stocking cap

(Hit the swap meet get me some white tees, red tennis socks)

My flow a .38 don't make me have to cock it back

Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring the old Rockets back

Two holes in your face where you sockets at

Bring the whole hood out and show em how to drop a rat

They got them brand new Porsche out I'm copping that

V12 under the hood ain't no stock in that

Panoramic sun roof me and this chick watching glass

My hood like cameras in the bumper, watch your ass

(Get your ass smoked around these parts young'un)

What the fuck you thought

Ride up banging Too Short

Smoke you like a newport

Nigga this ain't New York

I be in the jungle with lions or in the zoo lost

Or with my wolves just dying to get their twos off

City of Angels be careful who you cross

Niggas will run in Mr. Chow's and take them fucking jewels off

Rapping all that goon shit, we all know that you soft

A baby's ass and a Martha Stewart face cloth

(Or a box of cotton stay pussed til you rot)

So nigga you stay on your rap shit

While I stay on my trap shit

My bust a gat shit

Busta hit me like, "You wrote 400 that quick?"

Naw 282, and that's just cause the track's sick

120 more, welcome to the liquor store

The same one that Fox sent me, "Lil nigga get the raw"

And I did it so Cedar block I'm wit it

Who you think got all these niggas in them Cincinnati fitteds, yeah!

(Took American and Ken Griffin that)

Seven five-eights, throw on my crown

Throw on my khakis then brush them Nikes down

Jump in the lat then push them Nike town

Them Space Jams I need em right now

Jordan sweatsuit on, "O Let Do It"

Go Waka Flocka on these niggas in these new kicks

You know how that go

New kicks, new whip, blue six, locking on a set like a new Crip

(That line was so crazy I had to share that shit blood)

Interior coke white, smooth like cool rip

Sold this shit to Rick Ross

80 thou, cool flip

Then I got that vibrant thing

My lil Q-tip

That Maserati a problem especially with the dual shift

Zero to sixty in woooo, it's like a mule kick

I swear to God like the preacher in the pulpit

Speaking of pools, mine heated, come through bitch

As long as it's a pearl I don't care who you come through with

(Canadian, Spanish, French nigga whatever)

Menage in the deep end

Head on the back end

I wanna fuck the Asian bitch next time leave your fat friend

Why the fuck y'all in that Honda all packed in

Headed to Inglewood say whats up to Mack 10

Say whats up to glock 9

I'm back on you niggas head

And let it be a ghost town, if I wanted niggas dead

Run with my goon squad cause more than half you niggas feds

It's either that, you ATF or one of 50's friends

(I see the wires hanging out you niggas Levi's)

But fuck it though

Cause the nigga did let me in

But he ain't wanna see The Game in HD on ESPN

I think the Bulls was Jordan

We was the best of friends then shit flipped

Went to his holmes like I was Mexican

We all know the rest

Put the burner to his chest

Hit him with 300 bars and let the streets do the rest

Yes! Terror is over you can eat now

Jason killed Freddy the whole world can sleep now

(Dream snatcher, that's me now)

Take your money lay your bitch ass on a beach now

I can see it, a G-Unit beach towel

Another man on it, y'all 'bout to tan on it

Send some lil goons by to kick some fucking sand on it

We ain't watching, go head, nigga jam on it

Damn homie in high school you was the man homie

You was lucky in Manhattan, the clip jammed

But come to Cali you a moose in some quick sand

(Sink nigga like a fucking boat with bullet holes in it)

Butter soft Banks, you a bitch man

Me and you was cool til 50 unscrewed you kickstand

And Yayo turn in your senior citizen wristband

Slap the shit out you for @LilHenchman

And just like the old days I play the bench man

Dre play the big hand, I'm cool with the 6th man

Never selfish nigga I'm eating shellfish nigga

My legacy will never die the Black Elvis nigga

(Come check me out in Graceland nigga pull a guitar out and everything)

Glock by my pelvis, clip by the waistline

On the block like Chris Bosh shoot it from the baseline

We at the 350 mark, it's break time

(Ay yo go get the L out the car, man)

(Naw, that's purple haze nigga I'm 'bout to roll this shit up get high nigga finish this motherfucking 400 bars)

(Naw, my keys right there! By that, by that coconut ciroc)

(Yeah! Lets go!)

(Yo tell them runners I'm hungry, man. Get me some french toast, bacon and shit)

Run up on you with 50 beams and 50 chefs

Niggas thinking it's a game tryna push select

Call a timeout, like I'm out

All these soft ass rappers faking the crime route

Nigga got real quiet, now that Shine out

Don't make me smuggle him outta Belize and pull the 9s out

Niggas scared now, my goon squad here now

We turning on the headlights and running over deers now

(Yeah. All up in your woods, whats good)

And I'm the only one you rap niggas should fear now

You see a G-Unit poster, you better tear it down

I'm talking to you motherfucker, so turn around

The beef forever lives never ever put your burner down

I beat the shit out these niggas they Tina Turner now

Stripped of their manhood, ass naked like they sherming out

While I peel a top on the block, and just burn it out

Hit the strip club with my niggas and just turn it out

(Ay yo that's Jeezy motherfucking Lambo? Shit cold nigga!)

They got free hot wings they bring full service out

It's all good, we straight

Time to perm it out

Kat Williams

Run up in your house, tie you up and make you watch while we run through your spouse

Lift up your fucking blouse

Tiger Woods been in this?

Nope, thank you. Pass that bitch to Menace

Get what I came for, stuff it inside the Range doors

380 bars in, get ready for the main course

(Yo gimme a couple napkins, a salad fork, I'm starving nigga)

June 15th one of us gotta change course

But not the one that spit 400 blunted and ain't hoarse

Eight plaques on the wall, hang yours

Before you get one, I prolly have eight more

It never been about the money with me

Just been about tryna get my niggas something to eat

Take em on a couple tours get em something to beat

Never satisfied that's why we keep the guns on the seat

(Yeah. All I know is blocks, glocks and ciroc)

(Lets get it)

Who got a blunt I can chief

Niggas run around like Indians but man not one of them chiefs

Killer California, I'm just one of the beast

Take a fucking blood bath and bathe myself with the beef

(Ugh!)

It's the home stretch but I ain't even home yet

Only thing can stop me is me, I'm my own threat

Eating lobsters, writing Al Capone checks

I still ain't on the level of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet

(Niggas gon' learn to respect the veterans nigga apologize to Cube)

But after this year, and after this here

Niggas won't see the throne for another six years

P.S. motherfucker ain't no bitch here

I'm going out the same way I came in, fifth gear

I see the finish line, shit yeah

It's time to celebrate Kanary bring that Cris here

Sticks tell Crack bring the cars around the back

Four hundred and six bars bitch, it's a wrap!

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