They crowned me the Savior of the West
Jayceon, the don who laid you niggas to rest
My bars are like hollow tips to ya chest
You survived, but you gotta live with ya death
I told you bitches, I was gone Ja Rule you niggas
Now nobody even want shoes from you niggas
Seen them shits at Wal Mart for ten bucks
Y'all niggas soft, you belong on Nip Tuck
My joints is potent like some mothafuckin herb
You ain't gutta, you flutter like a hummingbird
You lost every beef except Murder Inc
Mumbling on tracks that you wanna murder me
Brought a glock to ya house, Security lockin me out
Wet ya, you can get ya block knocked in a drought
You niggas ain't nothing but a team of cops and a mouse
And you ain't getting hoes you stay wit a cock in ya mouth
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You niggas ain't competition
Being a bitch nigga is against my religion
You can't play the Game
So there's no way you can win it
You rap about shit you ain't never do
You ain't even smoke when we chilled wit Snoop
You and your girl Banks actin like Regina George
Talking bout "Omg Game you can't sit with us no more!"
(Fuck outta here) all I need is some Henny and my tech
Fuck being friends, I put the semi to your neck
I keep a Billi on my neck, ask David Brown
Quick to fade a clown, who's Mr Potato Head now?
You niggas is industry pawns, I'm the Bishop like Juan
My bitch look like Mulan, yo bitch look like RuPaul
Get off my dick, before I slaughter yo unit again
I'm the reason fans never press play on ya music again
Your flow garbage, you act like a ho with postpartum
Slay you with no problem, bump Ghost Unit in the lowrider
Cubes in the chain, I put the tool to ya brain
I make this look Eazy like E, ain't nothing new To the Game
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