[Chorus] (The Game) Kanyeezy help em out please Just bleezy help em out please M-Eazy help em out please Somebody go tell Free to help em out yeah, young neefy help em out dress up like RunDMC to help em out yo peedi, go see beans and break him out before i show these young dummies what beefing all about
(Cyssero) Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm back I was stompin' in Compton, loading my strap And niggas seem a little pissed Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist All it took was one verse, and game was convinced I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit How y'all talkin that Young Gun shit? Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one young pit And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know that On the stand pointin now look where Spado at Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards Only get to see outside when he in the prison yard And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell Than send you to jail
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(Cyssero) A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard? I went from runnin' the underground To the Black Wall, so i'm still in charge You wanna holla at Game? now Cyss involved Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all I got little Neef complaining to Chris Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and he's sick" Yeah, i keep the thang on my hip And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he bangin a crip You should never bite the hand that feed you Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel And none of y'all clapped that chrome So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home And this cat not shook, That's why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked
[chorus]
(The Game) Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck with em Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them Now Def Jam can't even make a buck with em Cause they ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em When i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in them A hundred pound slug slice right through them Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the Pumas hollows in one ear and out the other like a rumor He got shot before he got a chance to grow a sooner Then i'ma drive by lootin and choose Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he chewin his food Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool You gonna make me, make Jay lose his cool
[chorus]
(The Game) First buddens, the bleek, then the whole g-unit that's a staff, record label and a motherfuckin group now you little faggots i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self The new Prince of Philly...RockStar
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[Chorus] (The Game) Kanyeezy help em out please Just bleezy help em out please M-Eazy help em out please Somebody go tell Free to help em out yeah, young neefy help em out dress up like RunDMC to help em out yo peedi, go see beans and break him out before i show these young dummies what beefing all about
(Cyssero) Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm back I was stompin' in Compton, loading my strap And niggas seem a little pissed Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist All it took was one verse, and game was convinced I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit How y'all talkin that Young Gun shit? Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one young pit And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know that On the stand pointin now look where Spado at Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards Only get to see outside when he in the prison yard And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell Than send you to jail
[chorus]
(Cyssero) A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard? I went from runnin' the underground To the Black Wall, so i'm still in charge You wanna holla at Game? now Cyss involved Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all I got little Neef complaining to Chris Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and he's sick" Yeah, i keep the thang on my hip And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he bangin a crip You should never bite the hand that feed you Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel And none of y'all clapped that chrome So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home And this cat not shook, That's why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked
[chorus]
(The Game) Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck with em Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them Now Def Jam can't even make a buck with em Cause they ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em When i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in them A hundred pound slug slice right through them Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the Pumas hollows in one ear and out the other like a rumor He got shot before he got a chance to grow a sooner Then i'ma drive by lootin and choose Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he chewin his food Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool You gonna make me, make Jay lose his cool
[chorus]
(The Game) First buddens, the bleek, then the whole g-unit that's a staff, record label and a motherfuckin group now you little faggots i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self The new Prince of Philly...RockStar
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