Chris Styles - Stop Talkin' to the Cops lyrics

[Intro:Game] Oh! 50 guess who's back? Oh! 50, guess who's back, you b**h a** n***a? Hahaha! It's The Game n***a, your arch-nemesis I see'd your lil movie n***a. That sh** was aight I swear I see'd this sh**, look... "If you was my best friend..." Hahahaha You got beat out by Chicken Little So that's your name: Chicken Little, b**h! [Hook] n***a you run with the coppers Word on the streets says you's a snitch n***a stop talking to the coppers The whole NYC knows you's a b**h n***a we took your choppers We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch n***a you cannot stop us Say my name that's only gon' make me rich [Verse 1:Game] Guess who's back in this motherf**er? More beef than USDA Now who the f** wanna play with the California king Stash box in all 5 of my cars, n***a Living the California dream And I ain't gotta pay no cops All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop First week 200, that's all he got Second week 68, and the number 10 spot Third week 30,000; fourth week you stop I guess I'm your psychic friend because of G-Unot And while you talking on the internet I'm loading slugs in the TEC Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet Turning Spider Loc against me for your benefit I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet Real n***as ain't hard to find Come to your own hood and look under the G-Unot sign [Hook] [Phat Rat(spoken)] G g g g, not! You b**h a** n***as, I'm back I been waiting on this, n***a Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho! n***a, you first! You b**h a** n***a, this is Fat Rat, n***a! Me and you, n***a. Pay per view, n***a! We gon' be the under-card of the main event, n***a With 50-snitch and my n***a, n***a And we gon' have another fight, n***a My cousin Lisa, n***a She gon' fight, umm, Banks b**h a** n***a For the card under me and you You ho a** n***a I couldn't wait til they cut this motherf**ing mic on, n***a Call my bluff, n***a I ain't no rapper, n***a... But I'm rapping, n***a, like you wit that bullsh**, n***a You gon' sit yo old a** down, n***a You be 36 in December, n***a Aftermath, n***a! Black Wall Street, n***a! Oliver! I was on your b**h a** last night on Santa Monica, n***a! n***a, I do my research! There's a bunch of h*mos**uals down there on Santa Monica n***a Yeah, n***a, I got it on footage -- Chasing your b**h a**, Oliver! You ain't finna fool the people, n***a, let motherf**ers know I'mma get yo b**h a** stripped, and take a picture, n***a Show your sh** swinging because you ain't had the operation, n***a Tell that b**h a** n***a 50 to pay for that motherf**er to get sliced off, n***a So next time you put some shorts on that video, a big a** bulge gon' be sitting there, n***a Because I got everybody looking for it, n***a n***a balls all squished up like that, n***a You b**h motherf**er Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'! n***a talking 'bout Get Rich or Die Tryin', n***a Yeah n***a, you gon' Die Tryin', n***a! n***a Get Rich n***a, b**h a** n***a n***as gon' find out you out there, n***a, tryna Pay something to happen to somebody; you know where they end up, n***a They already on all of us, n***a! Like I tell n***as, n***a, I know about 4 agencies watching me So therefore, yo b**h a** gon' end up in one of these California prisons, n***a! Then what you gon' do, n***a?! Martha made it but I guarantee you won't, n***a! Black Wall... wait a minute THE Black Wall Street, n***a! You better make sure you respect it, n***a, and say "the" -- T-H-E, n***a, not T-H-A, n***a! La-Di-Da! La-Di-Da! n***a, I got hooks and all! Brazil and Wilmington, you b**h a** n***a! [Outro:Game] n***a 50 said that I'm only known in a 8-block radius. Well, n***a, this the motherf**ing 8-block radius I wanna be known in. It's motherf**ing Beverly Hills, n***a! sh**, how I get here, man? You help me? You ain't help me do sh**, s**er a** n***a! I lost fans f**ing wit you, n***a! You a motherf**ing snitch, the whole world know you a snitch, your whole family know you a snitch, even your son know you a snitch, n***a: Gon' tell his teacher he been acting bad at home, n***a. Put the n***a on punishment, n***a; stop telling on him!