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The Game 400 Bars Lyrics

Last updated: 06/01/2010 11:00:00 AM

Heeyo drama
JWe bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast club
I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin red room
This aint a mixtape
This is life!

Its been a long time get reacquainted with the world famous
You know hollow point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In his 300 like leonidas
Snub in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made

Check my armor no clouds in my stones

Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glocks on me, bang bang if u wanted war
That was '05, now he bought on his tour
Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart
Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe Gasol with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost

Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a lexus
Im sitting fat like Precious, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all

Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the fuck will I stall
Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the hill got a dime bitch cuttin raw
She bagged the last nigga, as she suck it soft

Black Superman, yeah I'm above the law
I put this hollowtip a quarter inch above your jaw
eat out a fuckin straw
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk throw me in the game module tell em wrap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint trapped in months
So nigga act n stunt my glock pack a punch

Or have to catch em send the pinebox

Leave your head wrapped for months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jigga
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, horse power
Under my hood like its an olympic relay
My flow right on time, no delay
I raise a million dollars send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross

Im on madden nigga EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never rented shit
I just dropped then cop, and then I tinted shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some eggs Benedict

Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry

And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jordan, nigga I'm on my pippen shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fisher shit
Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted, andre benjamin
Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend

She like put no ceilings in, yeah.

Prosetti hills, expensive whines perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, sweet wheels
Back seat like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glocks
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the kill it
I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it

Yea keep runnin nigga

Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the murceilago or foreign object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it with my other classics

Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem

Yeah trash bagg it, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the cheese where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clapped
Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat

I tell you bout this fucking rats

They even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cap
Sit back watch the nba playoffs rolla back
Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the wall like a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back warren sapp, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant trap here

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tatt tears
Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers
Its gonna be a cold summer, come through like burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 Steve kerr
The beats insane just blaze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, k's in this muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck
Fuck that. tryna get laid in this muthafucka

Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath
screaming out fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for half his cash
If he wasn't such a bitch, nobody woulded have to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jag
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down

Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for

Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole

In the bank with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cash draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her

Dont put the back on, too many cum stains on it
Run a train on her, call cartoon
Have em tattoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it aftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found it
Mama your son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches

Dont make me think about we got camaras, dogs and guns

Ask pepe, he was there he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, time to reverse shit
Settle down the Mississippi got a down south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch

Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffin sack

Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga

I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You should get a flight with California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag

Thanks to mario for submitting 400 Bars Lyrics.



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