Outro (Red Bandana) lyrics

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Game lyrics : "Outro (Red Bandana)"

[Intro]
Not! *echoing*
Blackwall Street

The Game
Beach Boy
Charli Baltimore (he wears a red bandana)

Rockstar
We are the Black Gang
Free Shyne

Mother$#[email protected]! (he wears a red bandana)

[Hook]

On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)

Every ^!$$% in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)

All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip ^!$$%s know (he wears a red bandana)


[Verse 1]
Chea chea
Dear God let me clense my soul, throw away all the rims and the gold

O no I can't do that, do I love God? True dat, but I got a gun so move back
I'm loco like 5 eases in the side of Chevelle ridin on low pros
I'm a renegade ride with the 44, been a gangbanger all my life, $#[email protected] the popo

I ain't never been a @@#!y kid, know they could kill me if they shot Pac and Big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angels we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck and Yayo

Ask Eminem, even Dr.Dre knows, I put one in last ten in the range rov
Used to push that rock like Jay Hov, you better lay low when the ak blow
Or get wings and a halo, run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the ^!$$% they gotta pray for

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said run to the hood and tell 'em
I'm the ^!$$% they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low


[Hook]
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)

On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every ^!$$% in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)

50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)

Even my crip ^!$$%s know (he wears a red bandana)

[Verse 2]

Chea chea
I'm a gangbanger don't get it $#[email protected] up
You ain't never bang, you ain't never laces chucks up

So how the $#[email protected] you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason ^!$$%s is bangin the NYC
Makin bull%#@! threats on the M.I.C

I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep
I live comfortably, with a red rag tied
Around the 45 in case ^!$$% try to come for me

Mad cause I started my own company
I don't know what the $#[email protected] ^!$$%s want from me
Except something for free

Before The Documentary dropped, you (*##$ ^!$$%s wasn't bumpin me
And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me, I don't run from beef
It's either @@#! back, squeeze

Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of (Compton)
And my grandmother died before I was multi
Wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high

High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train
Mama told me I was the future, and one day I'd be high like Soul Plane
Just don't bang/ but back then

I'd do anything for a jheri-curl and a gold chain
^!$$%s always got something to say
Like they ain't never bumped N.W.A

Punk ^!$$%s talk %#@!, but when they need hits they come runnin to Dre
^!$$%s come to LA when they need to talk
Cause Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks

Bush killed more ^!$$%s in the towers then gangbanging ever did
That's why they need New York

[Hook]
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)

On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every ^!$$% in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)

All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip ^!$$%s know (he wears a red bandana)

[Outro]
Yeah mother$#[email protected]

Chuck Taylor
Oh you thought I forgot about that alias huh?
I'm going back to my roots
G-Unit is dead
As a staff, a record label, and a mother$#[email protected] group

Your clothes can't sell
Your shoes are straight garbage
Your movies suck!
Chicken Little killed you ^!$$%
Hahahaha *echos*
How you like it ^!$$%

I took your style
I ain't doin no third verse
I'm just talk to you ^!$$%
Like you do when you get mad at me cause you can't $#[email protected] with me lyrically mother$#[email protected]!!!
You gonna do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks
You like the rap Linsey Lohan you $#[email protected] faggot
Write 8 bars about me ^!$$%

I do this %#@! all day 50!
Curtis Jackson
Boo Boo
Marcus... Snitch
Blackwall Street C.E.O. mother$#[email protected]!
Hurricanes in stores December 26th
Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin the DVDs in stores December 6th

It's a tell all ^!$$%
Wait till my movie come out
I'm glad it ain't based on my life
With that knock off 8 Mile %#@!
You could never be Eminem mother$#[email protected]
You ain't lyrically inclined enough to be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. or Pac
And in the modern day... today, tomorrow, next week

You can't $#[email protected] with The Game ^!$$%!
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