The Game

The Game - Stop Talkin' to the Cops lyrics

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Game:

Oh!

50 guess who's back?

Oh!

50 guess who's back you bitch ass nigga

Hahaha! It's The Game nigga, your arch-nemesis

I see'd your lil movie nigga. That shit was aight

I swear I see'd this shit, look...

"If you was my best friend..." Hahahaha

You got beat out by Chicken Little

So that's your name: Chicken Little, bitch!

[Chorus]

Nigga you run with the coppers

Word on the streets says you's a snitch

Nigga stop talking to the coppers

The whole NYC knows you's a bitch

Nigga we took your choppers

We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch

Nigga you cannot stop us

Say my name that's only gon' make me rich

Game:

Guess who's back in this motherfucker

More beef than USDA

Now who the fuck wanna play with the California king

Stash spots in all 5 of my cars nigga

Living the California dream

And I ain't gotta pay no cops

All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop

First week 200, that's all he got

Second week 68, and the number 10 spot

Third week 30, 000. Fourth week you stop

I guess I'm your psychic friend cos of G-Unot

And while you talking on the internet

I'm loading slugs in the TEC

Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet

Turning Spider Loc against me for your benefit

I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet

Real niggas ain't hard to find

Come to your own hood and look under the G-Unot sign

[Chorus]

Nigga you run with the coppers

Word on the streets says you's a snitch

Nigga stop talking to the coppers

The whole NYC knows you's a bitch

Nigga we took your choppers

We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch

Nigga you cannot stop us

Say my name that's only gon' make me rich

Fat Rat [spoken]

G g g g, not!

You bitch ass niggas, I'm back

I been waiting on this, nigga

Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-hoe!

Nigga, you first

You bitch ass nigga, this is Fat Rat nigga

Me and you nigga. Pay per view nigga

We gon' be the under-card of the main event nigga

With 50-snitch and my nigga, nigga

And we gon' have another fight nigga

My cousin Lisa, nigga

She gon' fight, umm, Banks bitch ass nigga

For the card under me and you

You hoe ass nigga

I couldn't wait til they cut this motherfucking mic on nigga

Call my bluff nigga

I ain't no rapper nigga

But I'm rapping nigga, like you wit that bullshit nigga

You gon' sit yo old ass down nigga

You be 36 in December nigga

Aftermath nigga! Black Wall Street nigga!

Oliver!

I was on your bitch ass last night on Santa Monica nigga

Nigga I do my research, there's a bunch of homosexuals down there on Santa Monica nigga

Yeah nigga I got it on footage

Chasing your bitch ass, Oliver!

You ain't finna fool the people nigga, let motherfuckers know

I'ma get yo bitch ass stripped, and take a picture nigga

Show your shit swinging cos you ain't had the operation nigga

Tell that bitch ass nigga 50 to pay for that motherfucker to get sliced off nigga

So next time you put some shorts on that video, a big ass bulge gon' be sitting their nigga

Cos I got everybody looking for it nigga

Nigga balls all squished up like that nigga

You bitch motherfucker

Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!

Nigga talking 'bout "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" nigga

Yeah nigga you gon' Die Tryin' nigga!

Nigga Get Rich nigga, bitch ass nigga

Niggas gon' find out you out there nigga tryna,

Pay something to happen to somebody you know where they end up nigga

They already own all of us nigga

Like I tell niggas nigga I know about 4 agencies watching me

So therefore, yo bitch ass gon' end up in one of these California prisons nigga

Then what you gon' do nigga

Martha made it but I guarantee you won't nigga

Black Wall... wait a minute

THE Black Wall Street nigga

You better make sure you respect it nigga and say "the"

T-H-E nigga, not T-H-A nigga!

La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da!

Nigga I got hooks and all!

Brazil and Wilmington! You bitch ass nigga!

Game:

Nigga 50 said that I'm only known in a 8-block radius

But nigga this the motherfucking 8-block radius I wanna be known in

It's motherfucking Beverly Hills nigga

Shit, how I get here, man? You help me?

You ain't help me do shit. Sucker ass nigga

I lost fans fucking wit u nigga

You a motherfucking snitch, the whole world know you a snitch

You whole family know you a snitch, even your son know you a snitch nigga

Gon' tell his teacher he been acting bad at home nigga

Put the nigga on punishment nigga

Stop telling on him<br />

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