(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!