[Intro:] The young Roy Jones in the rap sh** Somebody bout to get knocked the f** out tonight man [Verse 1:] n***as think they got The Game sold Yeah right I'm air tight Fresh in them Air Nikes If the navvy outside I might be there Black hoodie, black nine, black white v Airs Like Caddy trunks keep a spare You see the lump under the ice berg fleece and yeah And when the beef cooks I'm a put the piece through your hair And if you see a white truck that mean the sheets is there Then I'm goin goin back back to the block To dump the bucket and jump in the drop n***as know I'm good with the glock They call me chick herns cause The Game or not I'm calling the shots I wear a shiny suite 4 em and they like them alot They get gangsta with a SWAT me bag and a Jordan box So when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells In case n***as want drama in Hell [Chorus:] I'll give you anything you ask for Money over b**hes! Tell me what you blast for We don't f** around with snitches! What you have the smash for This b**h tried to play me man! Anything you ask for It's all about the bank Game! [Repeat twice] [Verse 2:] First things first Money over b**hes Swore say my name in vain watch main Brake the bones in your nose I'm a flick time rida Inner city flipper Watch who try to flip more like their neighbors want digger Sergeant at arms who playin, I'm a General So draw your fire arms when you in the presence of criminals And motherf**ers subliminal metaphors or adjectives I come to where you live and send 60 rounds inside your crib! k**er by instinct Murderer by nature k**er Cali earth quakes ya Ain't nothin but bone brakers Is nothin like puffin on this justall a** pound Became in my turner Have your mouth twisted just like Bobby Brown f** what you might of read f** what your people said Back in this b**h and o 6 is The Game in lead Highly anticipated the day has finally came I slap a patch of meat off a n***a head for Game Fer real! [Chorus x2]