(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 wasn't good
And every week you get slapped by Suge!
b**h n***a...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay, man, the TECs gon' spray
It's like you're 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 '64 by that G-Unit piece
You b**h...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef
My shot 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 breaths, 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
I'll fill you up with them hollows
You fall, I follow and watch you wallow!
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(n***a!)
War like Waco
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 in 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!)
(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks over the chorus)
(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'ma blam you
Smash n***as' face with gun handles
You know me the definition of the land of the scanners
You pose for the camera
I carry my own blamma
Bury n***as with Chucks on with wooden pyjamas
On the hood you square
d**h is a promise
No n***as know you from the jungles to the bottoms
'cause' you had contacts tryin to GQ model
I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle
You're a dick rider
Tryin' to f** with which crews hotta
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala
You're just another f**in' clone
You maricón
Gettin' sh**ted 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 Regime life n***a?!
How dare you say Tha Regime on your fake a** skit?!
How dare you use "5 on it," you fake a** n***a?!
You ain't got no plaques 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 don't want it, n***a!
You don't want war, you b**h!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden murdered you!
And Yuk gon dead yo a**, n***a!
I'ma whack 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!