The Game - Died Too Soon lyrics

I don't do much, sit on the block in that lavendar Range Waitin' for fiends, pa** 'em the caine, y'all n***as is lame Y'all don't really want beef with the Game Give 'em a hundred thou, ease his pain You don't ride through the 'hood, motherf**er that ain't your Navy 6 All you do is drive Jay-Z's sh** n***a you ain't hardcore, n***a you ain't never won no awards Only stood behind Dame when he was thankin' the lord You a f*g, n***a you know your rhymes ain't ill And state property' the closest you ever been to a mill You ain't hot with that wack a** album you dropped The whole Roc know Beans came and took your spot You a joke, tax write off for Russell and Hov Why you think they keep you around when you only went gold Whoo Kidd let him know who put the B-I in b**h, f*ggot Couldn't sell a record with T.I. and Trick Daddy n***a talkin' that sh**, I crush him And this ain't got nothin' to do with Quik and Busta