Focus... - No More Games lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Buck] They say god bless the child that can hold his own And he who is loyal, allways live long A real hood n***a gets money and gives back So when i got money b**h i did just that I put packs in the hands of the dope man Put gats in the hands of my old friends Listen when i tell ya, i dident even really know game When i said his name, on pop em them thangs Yea i got on all blue, thats how i do Tommarow its all red the bloods love me too Im true, and every n***a around me knew it But you, are only hard around ya boys I knew, when fiffty gave you your first watch Wrote you ya first verse, wrote you ya first drop We dident really need ya, homie know im gone see ya Dont ever bite the hand and feed ya b**h n***aaa [Verse 2: Young Buck] Now if its beef, then go ahead, let the war start Do what you do best, have a change of heart You a man with breast, simaller to a brawd You disrespect that the west when they find out who you are Do ya thug thing, spit ya 300 bars But me and banks garage, makes up 300 cars You not a solder homboy, you come from a stripp clubb Ya name is dolja, i can show you the pictures blood The game is over, n***a change ya cloths Look at cha, you lookin like a video how And i was on the phone when spider loc called ya Ya punk a** said you ain't want no problem You try to diss memph bleek, throw lines at jay Have ya a** apologyzin, the vary next day Damn right radio gone play my sh** Wonda what trey gone say bout thise Game over [Verse 3: Spider Loc] Now i seen that tought talk and it swell to find it And thats why, for so long, i can held my silence But im from ec g-unit, i bangs the game And its needless to say, that i slang them thangs I got love for the west, and im asamed of game And not because his album was full of famous names See im everything he wishin he was, but hes nothin like me Can't you tell from all the dissin he does. he be all about poblesity buzz Cause when he meet at the club, he be all about kisses and hugs He rent yukmout the loc, you ain't touch him one time When you said, that joe buddens was only punch lines Out here we g**n, know for known for heatin up guest Thats that, [somethin] beatin up rats Underbated, cause its hard to understand this n***a Hes spose to represent the riders, but he ran from jail