Gonzoe - Game Ova 2 lyrics

(Yukmouth) (Breathe!) Round 2, n***a I won the first round n***a Go back to the drawin' board n***a (Breathe!) I'm built for dis baby Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the radio station I loved that n***a Yamean (Breathe!) Keep sayin' my name, keep sayin' my name baby Keep blowin' me up n***a and I' ma cut your f**in' throat you b**h!(Breathe!) The Game play games n***a You a lyin' a** toungue ring f*ggot n***a.(f** the Game you b**h) (Yukmouth) I crack your back when I'm blastin' ya gat Ya lungs collapse like a asthma attack n***a I make you hard to... (Breathe!) f*ggot rap, ya back bone is D'mack'n ya brotha And you still got clapped Lay on ya back and try to... (Breathe!) n***a ain't from the hood Your first album went wood And every week you get slap by Suge b**h n***a... (Breathe!) Come to the Bay man the Tecs gon' spray It's like your boxed in with pepper spray n***a I make you hard to... (Breathe!) And don't lie, that's the code of the streets I drag you from the 6-fo By that G-Unit piece You b**h... (Breathe!) Playin' games, you don't really want beef My Chi n***as got that G-Unit piece Buck I know you can't... (Breathe!) You never met Pac, you never met Eazy You're s**in' on my dick man your lips too breezy You gotta... (Breathe!) Take deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring While Dre stick his dick in ya a** You pretty dumb thing.(f**in' f*ggot!) (Breathe!) You a G-Unit model Ill fill you up with them hallows, you fall I follow and watch you wallow Now try to... (Breathe!)(n***a!) War like wakle My chain glow I made doe Since you had that tongue ring And fade on the game show(n***a) (Breathe!) You're just a mixtape diva and every G-Unit sneakers Y'all tryin' to sing them high notes like Aretha You gotta...(b**h!) (Breathe!) f** Wall street A gat to your cheek And put your brains on the pa**enger seat Game over he can't... (Breathe!) (Chorus) One into the two, two into the four The Game want war, The Game got war (Breathe!) Four into the five, let The Regime ride Game ride wit them, the game ova for them (Breathe!) One into the two, two into the four G-Unit want war, G-Unit got war (Breathe!) Four into the five, let The Regime ride Game ride wit them, the game ova for them (Breathe!) (Gonzoe) It's war time You b**hes understand me There's no fist fightin' On sight I'mma blam you (Breathe!) Smash n***as face with gun handles You know me the definition of the land of the scanners (Breathe!) You pose for the camera I carry my own blamma Bury n***as with chucks on with wooden pyjamas On the hood (Breathe!) you square d**h is a promise No n***as know you from the jungles to the bottoms Cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle You're a dick (Breathe!) ryda Tryin' to f** with which crews hotta Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala You're just (Breathe!) another f**in' clone You maricone Gettin' sh**tin' on for shoes and cell phones You dead wrong n***a sayin' Yuk ain't safe From E-1-4 to the Shaws There's a price on your face you b**h (Yukmouth) b**h n***a! You can't f** wit us regeme life n***a! How dare you say da regeme on your fake a** skit! How dare you use 5 on it you fake a** n***a! You ain't got no placks on your wall! You ain't got no money you b**h! You at yo momma house, you punk! You tongue ring queen! n***a! You can't f** with me man! Stay off the internet you computer thug! You dont want it n***a! You dont want war you b**h! (Chorus starts) Joe Budden murdered you! And Yuk gon dead yo a** n***a! I'mma wack yo b**h a** punk! You already know how we rock n***a You just got your first tattoo 2 years ago n***a! When JT found you, you were tryin to be a G-Q model! You thought you was the next LL REMEMBER!? Remember you was saying that you b**h! Be real! Punk... Fake a** blood... n***a!