The Game - About Me lyrics

[Guce] Yeah Bullys wit fullys, this what we do Guce, Tay, we back now The Game [Verse 1: Guce] See I'm back in the building like I'm crack in the building In projects with straps with my back to the building T-Fast keep yo head up we pushin' a line Out of state with my money bag takin' what's mine I got my nine, f** rap n***as makin' the band Rich we off ten G'z stacks in rubber bands I'm pushin' a Benz you other n***as rappin' about it You ain't got it, you need to stop rappin' about it This gangsta sh**, you need to stop actin' about it Catch you by the building put the tre-8 to yo noggin' (blockah, blockah) You deserved to be duck taped and raped with a pool stick Get ya cake baked by some n***as you that cool with Revenge is sweeter than pumpkin with some cool whip Bang out the stomach for runnin' this to pool pit Now you on some cool sh** homie I don't care Wasn't with it should have sat yo a** down somewhere I know you thinkin' damn how a bulllet burn like this I know you tryin' to figure how the tables turn like this You was hatin', didn't know I had my ear to block My money long homie should have hid up under a rock Cash like Damon Dash, but I'm not from Roc If I ever bag the powder bring it back to the block Self made millionaire havin' my wealth I shook the Fedz homeboy you better tell on yo'self Holla, what it do [Chorus] Yo city to my block, ask about me Suburbs to the curbs spot, ask about me From the nails to barber shop, ask about me House brokers to the car lots, ask about me Applebottoms, yeah you better ask about me The crap tables, yeah you better ask about me The club owners, ma you can ask about me Yeah ma, yeah you can ask about me [Verse 2: The Game] Let's send this, no more beef with Memphis I from the C-P-T, I be a menace A-Team hop out vans, Reebok tennis Rearrange ya teeth make you see a dentist The Von Dutch hoodie, desert Eag's is in it You can't f** with Chuck, I be's the shiznit You better grab or pull back ya b**h For I, mack ya b**h, Maybach ya b**h Introduce her to Von Dutch give her a hat and sh** Then put bricks on her back like she African, young'n No I don't know Chris & Neef, but I do g**n And them bricks is cheap, yeah 11-5, this is the best product Get ya rock in Cali, set up shop Bedstuy Try to be a live n***a end with dead guy beams on you Visine can't stop the red eye [Chorus] [Verse 3: k**a Tay] I from the school of hard knocks, where n***as stay runnin' from cops And won't hestitate to run in ya spot And ain't scared to put one ya knot, pop ya brain, stop ya frame I'm workin' for whatever you got The bigger the bread, the better the plot I ain't from Sac but I'm the King, like Bibby pa** whoever the rock I was born to make chedder like Pac, it's all eyes on me My destination is the top, I won't be denied I'm a thuglord tricky with words, and only puffs on the stickiest Scandolous hoes in my face tryin' to get me to splurge That's a no-no, from Mr. Mafioso, far from a trick I stick and move like Cory Spinks, I'm in to win And I ain't tryin' to spend my money on diamonds and minks Everybody gotta eat And it's a gamble when you step outside so everybody got they heat Like the baskeball team in Miami Don't hate the player, hate the game f** the fame we ain't rappin' for Grammys You either, get rich or die tryin' like 50 Last days, it's a cold world and business is risky [Chorus]