[Intro:]
The young Roy Jones in the rap %#@!
Somebody bout to get knocked the $#&@ out tonight man


[Verse 1:]
^!$$%s think they got The Game sold

Yeah right I'm air tight
Fresh in them Air Nikes
If the navvy outside

I might be there
Black hoodie, black nine, black white v Airs
Like Caddy trunks keep a spare

You see the lump under the ice berg fleece and yeah
And when the beef cooks I'm a put the piece through your hair
And if you see a white truck that mean the sheets is there

Then I'm goin goin back back to the block
To dump the bucket and jump in the drop
^!$$%s know I'm good with the glock

They call me chick herns cause The Game or not I'm calling the shots
I wear a shiny suite 4 em and they like them alot
They get gangsta with a SWAT me bag and a Jordan box

So when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case ^!$$%s want drama in Hell


[Chorus:]
I'll give you anything you ask for
Money over (*##$es!

Tell me what you blast for
We don't $#&@ around with snitches!
What you have the smash for

This (*##$ tried to play me man!
Anything you ask for
It's all about the bank Game!

[Repeat twice]

[Verse 2:]

First things first
Money over (*##$es
Swore say my name in vain watch main

Brake the bones in your nose
I'm a flick time rida
Inner city flipper

Watch who try to flip more like their neighbors want digger
Sergeant at arms who playin, I'm a General
So draw your fire arms when you in the presence of criminals

And mother$#&@ers subliminal metaphors or adjectives
I come to where you live and send 60 rounds inside your crib!
Killer by instinct

Murderer by nature
Killer Cali earth quakes ya
Ain't nothin but bone brakers

Is nothin like puffin on this justall $$# pound
Became in my turner
Have your mouth twisted just like Bobby Brown

$#&@ what you might of read
$#&@ what your people said
Back in this (*##$ and o 6 is The Game in lead

Highly anticipated the day has finally came
I slap a patch of meat off a ^!$$% head for Game
Fer real!


[Chorus x2]