(feat. Newz)
Ayo, Irv, 'the f*** is wrong with these n*****, man?
Talking 'bout I aint no f***** MC
I been at this s*** for 7 years, n****
8 times platinum, n****
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
m****f****, what's up?
[Verse 1]
Naw, this aint no f****** Dre beat, I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the s*** I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yeyo
The new Suge Knight, n****, minus the K.O.
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, f*** b******, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, r*****ed
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, n****, we can get started
If you aint Nas or that n**** on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
[Verse 2]
n**** I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture the n**** Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my f***** sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go f*** with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not f*** with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my b****, flying in with them things
My shorty is a 10, that's that singing n****, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short
So I might as well find me a borrow in New York
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
[Verse 3]
Man you know, I don't give a f*** and I don't give a s***
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali n***** come out and dead those strips
Give a f*** if you tuff n****, or you buff n****
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff n*****
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the f*** can I say? I grew up a b******
Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big s***, and I keep my wrist slit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four n***** better than me? n****, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Newz!
n***** better know what the f*** they dealin with
When they dealing with the f*** they dealin with
You dealin with a f***** animal, man
Gotti will tell you, n****, both the Gottis, n****
You can bring John Gotti back too, n****
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, n****
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, n****
When I was running around with P. Diddy in Atlanta, n****
Slapping a****, n****
Mario ?? know what it is, n****
Mix b****** all up in the height on Peach St., n****
Been getting money, n****
7 years strong, n****
2 platinum albums, n****
'Bout to be three
Ay, n**** that's m****f***in hip hop menage a trios
b****!
Ayo, Irv, 'the f*** is wrong with these n*****, man?
Talking 'bout I aint no f***** MC
I been at this s*** for 7 years, n****
8 times platinum, n****
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
m****f****, what's up?
[Verse 1]
Naw, this aint no f****** Dre beat, I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the s*** I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yeyo
The new Suge Knight, n****, minus the K.O.
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, f*** b******, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, r*****ed
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, n****, we can get started
If you aint Nas or that n**** on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
[Verse 2]
n**** I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture the n**** Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my f***** sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go f*** with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not f*** with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my b****, flying in with them things
My shorty is a 10, that's that singing n****, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short
So I might as well find me a borrow in New York
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
[Verse 3]
Man you know, I don't give a f*** and I don't give a s***
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali n***** come out and dead those strips
Give a f*** if you tuff n****, or you buff n****
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff n*****
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the f*** can I say? I grew up a b******
Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big s***, and I keep my wrist slit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four n***** better than me? n****, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you n****, suck my d***
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta s***
All the homies go crazy when they b**p my s***
Newz!
n***** better know what the f*** they dealin with
When they dealing with the f*** they dealin with
You dealin with a f***** animal, man
Gotti will tell you, n****, both the Gottis, n****
You can bring John Gotti back too, n****
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, n****
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, n****
When I was running around with P. Diddy in Atlanta, n****
Slapping a****, n****
Mario ?? know what it is, n****
Mix b****** all up in the height on Peach St., n****
Been getting money, n****
7 years strong, n****
2 platinum albums, n****
'Bout to be three
Ay, n**** that's m****f***in hip hop menage a trios
b****!