[Intro: Game & Young Rob]

Young Rob what's good my nigga?

Chuck what' up with you

Shit, in here holdin' it down man. When you gonna come see a nigga, put somethin' on my books man

Yeah, I just shopped you something the other day, it should be getting to you. Like the next day or two

Yeah yeah, I'm fuckin' with you nigga. Bitch came to my fuckin' bail, came to my cell nigga said 'I had like 2.2 on my books. What I wanna buy?' Told that bitch give me a motherfuckin' million dollars worth of playboy books

You know I had to keep a nigga' books right?

Yeah yeah, you keep a nigga flodded man just wait 'till I touch down, I'm gonna be on some shit

You been writin' in there?

Little bit, know what I'm sayin' -- on the walls and shit

Couple bars here couple bars there, been fightin' and shit

You got something I could listen to real quick?

Shit, g-yeah. Check it

[Verse 1: Game]

Most of these rap niggas be fakin', I'm talkin' the throne chases

I diss 'em on any basis, throw Patrón shots to my face and

Stay blunted like jamaicans, the Marleys puffin' the finest cheefa

Fuckin' the finest divas, if I have it I'd like to meet 'cha

Show you how I light the streets up, kill niggas that never speak up

You my fans, sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up

Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones

If I die, my only wish is my face on some Air-1s (Okay, okay, okay)

My soul's curled, my baby mommas they drive 6s

As for my bitches there's other rappers out there that's trickin'

My only mission was to sell a couple records

Buy a Bentley and drive reckless, a big medallion on my necklace

I 'seen Kane and Rakim do it, so much respect here

Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message

I used to call names out, you niggas dont deserve it

So lame out, die from these bullets 'outta Game's mouth (ooh)

[Interlude: Game & Young Rob]

Yeah I've been here flexin' my shit nigga I told you

Yeah I see your shit's on fire, nigga I know you got some more shit I can listen to

Shit, hell yeah check it

[Verse 2: Game]

My flow polished, I studied the legends

Hip-Hop scholar kick knowledge get dollaz'

You got some work then holla

I'm on the block pitchin', most of us got riches

Not trippin' work hydraulics and fuck the hot bitches

Youngins dont stop wishin', if you got a block then flip it

Just because I'm a blood don't mean my niggas should stop crippin'

We from the ghetto, we came up without a pot to piss in

We gettin' money stayin' blunted cause' the clock is tickin'

You got a rock then pitch it, you got a Glock then lift it

Them G-Unot t-shirts make them niggas stop snitchin'

Forever ballin' I'm Jim Jones with rims

On that blue Aston Martin interior like my skin tone

Most of these rappers want me dead, shit I been gone

Too classic, move rapid, my jewels the blackest

The first 8 letters and everything that I stand for

Colder than a New York block, shut the damn door

[Interlude: Game & Young Rob]

Changed up your style up this shit, ooh-ee

Had to give the East coast niggas somethin' man

You know I be on my motherfuckin' gangsta shit

Sometimes I just gotta' spaz out

Man, damn I can't wait 'till you're home, boy

You know man, it's like, it's just another year and half

I'll be good man. Need some pussy though, that's the main shit

Pussy and Patron

[Outro: Game & Young Rob]

Niggas calling me back for an Encore like I'm Eminem

I disappear niggas like spinnin' rims who the fuck wanna war

Meet us at in the corner store, call it the hot spot

Where gangbangers throw hot rocks the boys coming So what

They pop cops, push them hot drops Hop out with them shirts on

And say we got rocks High-school drop outs

They're there to air the block out, stack paper like the OGs told us

(Ey come on my nigga I gotta go, gotta go)

We only chirp on Nextels don't talk on them Motorolas

Gotta' feel that (I gotta go pick up Brandy man, Chuck)

So kick back and listen to what I'm saying, picture me parleying (Chuck) I'm flippin' bricks when you eating pussy you chicken shit

I fuck bitches on their time, I 'chall when they dime

Gettin' head under the table everybody stay calm

(Aww fuck this shit)

I'm great