Lyrics blog

[Intro: Eminem]

Makaveli, rest in peace

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body

Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)

{*starts singing chorus in background*}

And this bitch said he should be

The lost forgotten seed of Tupac

To lead this industry into the ways of the man

Follow me…!

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come get me

If you motherfuckas want Shady

If Pac was still here now

He would never ride with Ja

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Eminem]

You ain’t no killa, you a pussy

That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy

Bitch is wearin’ rags in photos, Ja’s words bein’ quoted

In The Source stealin’ Pac’s shit like he just wrote it

You loudmouths, pray to God hopin’ no one’s listenin’

See 50 comin’ for me I’ma guard my, my position

No one’ll pay attention to me, please Gotti

Here I go, give me this pill

Ecstasy done got me feelin’ so invincible

Now all a sudden I’m a fuckin’ mad man who screams like I’m Pac

But I’m not, enemies, Hennessy

Actin’ like I’m great, but I’m fake, I’m crazy

Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train

Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin’ with this shit

I’m suck, I’m addicted to these drugs, I’ma quit

sayin’ motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up

Ain’t no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come get me

Motherfucka, if you want Shady

If Pac was still here n

[50 Cent]
G Unit!
[50 Cent]
A, B
[Scarlett]
You can’t fuck with me
[50 Cent]
C, D
[Scarlett]
We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent]
E, F
[Scarlett]
Don’t talk me to death
[50 Cent]
G, H
[Scarlett]
It’s elementary

[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I’m Harlem bound
You see how bitches tips up, when Scarlett ’round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear ‘em whispering

(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I’m here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It’s not safe around here as soon as the street lights
G-Unit nigga

{*random shout outs*}

(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can’t get Money selling weed…WE GON SELL COKE
Ain’t no money sellin’ coke… WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain’t no money sellin’ dope… WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz wont by the X… WE GON SELL TECS

(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for y’all niggaz is stop frontin
‘Cause 50 say pop somethin’, I’m gon pop somethin’, what up?

(50 Cent)
Don’t make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip
Get in the whip, it’s a wrap

(Lloyd Banks)
Nah fuck that

(50 Cent)
Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that’s that
Niggaz running with the steel out, now it’s time to peel out

(Lloyd Banks)
50 let me drive

(50 Cent)
Nah I got this, nigga chill out

(Lloyd Banks)
It’d be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back

(50 Cent)
Just get in the corner store cause it’s full of them A-rabs
They blowin’ the shit up like it’s okay
I got a bomb on my waist I’m Kamikaze (*laughing*)
I dare Ds to get next to me

(Lloyd Banks)
Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me {*explosion*}
Yeah, yeah that’s it, it’s a freestyle
The fuck you want for free?
Fucking A-rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building
Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week

Tupac:
There’s gonna be some stuff you gonna see that’s gonna make it
hard to smile in the future.

50:
Yeah, nigga! Haha!
Let’s go, nigga!
This is what it is:
Tupac cut his hair bald, and you wanna cut your hair bald!
Tupac wears a bandana, you wanna wear a bandana!
Tupac gets crosses on his back, you wanna get crosses on your back
Nigga you ain’t Tupac!
THIS is Tupac!

Tupac:
They say more money and women are funny,
but in this trajic endings I can make a million and still not get enough for spendin
And since my life is based on sinnin, I’m hell-bound
I’d rather be buried than be worried diffrent hailed down
My game plans to be trained well
Military mind of a thug lord sittin in a cemetary car
I’ve been lost since my adolescent callin from Jesus
Ballin as a gangsta wonderin if you see this
Young black male crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell enemies die,
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?
Got my hands on my semi-shotgun everybodys [can't hear]
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I’m makin a point for all my people to be warlike
Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all tight

Chorus (50):
Til Makaveli returns it’s all eyes on me.
And you can hate it or love it but that’s what it’s gon be
Should’ve listened, I told you not to fuck wit me
if you cant take the pressure that’s what we gon see

50:
This is a cry for mercy I promise my success will be the death of me
Lo and behold you sold your soul nigga there’s nothin left of me
Look in the mirror
Ask yourself who are you, if you don’t know who you are
How can your dre

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*}
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me…!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain’t no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin’ rags in photos, Ja’s words bein’ quoted
In The Source stealin’ Pac’s shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin’ no one’s listenin’
See 50 comin’ for me I’ma guard my, my position
No one’ll pay attention to me, please Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin’ so invincible
Now all a sudden I’m a fuckin’ mad man who screams like I’m Pac
But I’m not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin’ like I’m great, but I’m fake, I’m crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin’ with this shit
I’m suck, I’m addicted to these drugs, I’ma quit
sayin’ motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain’t no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
‘Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It’s Aftermath gettin’ down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
-aca

(Dre)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild wild west
a state that’s untouchable like elliot ness
the track hits your ear drum like a sud to your chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
we in that sunshine state
where the bomb ass hemp be
a state where youll never find the dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money makin machines serving fiends
i been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
now its ‘95 and they watch me
dimonds shinin lookin like i robbed liberachie
its all good from diego to the bay
your city is the bomb if your city makin pay
put up a finger if you feel the same way
dre puttin it down for cali-forn-i-a

[50 Cent]
Yeah, Shady, Hahahaha
G G G G G G G G-Unit

[Eminem]
Here we go again

[50 Cent]
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
You can’t understand how I get my dough
50 Cent I’m on fire cause Shady said so
I’m on fire

(Eminem)
Everybody’s in a rush try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
I ain’t tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
But don’t compare me
I’m better off jus’ left alone
And I ain’t even tryna go there wit record sales
I’m just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
And livin wreckless
But if you go check my belt
You may see something else I used to protect myself
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
And send ‘em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don’t even carry guns no more, I don’t got to
Got undercover cops that’ll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind
That X, got him thinkin’ he was DMX
Then he switched to ‘Pac now he’s tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
Juss keep singin’ the same song, recycled
We’d all much rather get along and fight you
Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you
And you don’t really wanna step inside no mic booth
C’mon now, you know the white boy’ll bite you
I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don’t like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
Killin’ you fasta than you poppin’ pill afta little pill of them

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm…

Chillin in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn’t have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She’s a baller and I’m a baller
Wha-what?

To all my hot girls
Livin’ fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin’ fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin’ on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin’ with a thug
Fiesta

We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin’ Lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I’m showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
Whose gonna buy the bar?
Got enough
Take the haters out in the back, rough ‘em up
I’m a baller now where’s my ballers?
Wha-what?

To all my hot girls
Livin’ fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin’ fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin’ on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin’ with a thug
Fiesta

We pop Cris on a daily base
Plus we got honeys all up in the place
Bout to wild out in a major way
So put your hands up if you made your pay
Add a little juice to the Tangaray
But let the ice show till the diamond fades
Rocklan

Da names K.O.G ,
king o games .
I fuck some girls,
dey ar da same.
Ima basket ball player,
Ima girl player too.
and if u ask me
I cud F*** u 2
im ghetto
so stay outta
my way
my name is K.O.G
im da king of games