The Game - Bigger Than Me lyrics

[Hook:] These n***as ain't bigger than me These n***as ain't Nas ain't Jigga to me These n***as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These n***as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These n***as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me n***as talking that sh**, bout the new generation Man f** these n***as, I'll slash your f**ing faces You n***as ain't sold sh**, not an album or a rock p**y n***a putting rings on my old b**h Dick down the throat a** n***as Old ho' a** n***as Happy cause you went gold a** n***as These n***as ain't spitting with me You ain't sicker than me f** out my section you ain't sitting with me This for very important people It's clear that we not equal Clear you n***as f*ggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf**er? Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf**er California throne and I'm the King on this motherf**er I don't wanna hear it Weak a** lyrics Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it Old lost a** n***as Voice crack when you talk a** n***as Rolling blunts for them boss a** n***as I came in with Ye', Jeezy and boss a** n***as Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft a** n***as Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that sh** May you Rest in Piss, you f** n***as Aye, Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these n***as (yeah they f** n***as) Ain't no 3 stacks in your cla** Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your a**, b**h boy n***as already f**ed your b**h, you b**h boy And every time you kiss your b**h you s** my dick, b**h boy And when you buy that ho a bag that b**h carry my bricks, b**h boy I was in the Double-XL Red Chucks round my neck I was the G in the Unit Had Buck in my set, word to the rhymes Had Bust a bust around my set Gave Who Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set I'm from Compton Where the glocc can't f** with that tech That's on bompton 40 Glocc got socked in his neck This a spawn in the flesh f** all these p**ys, give me any name to call out Left Aftermath, Dre told me Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er [Hook] Eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** n***as "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf**er I should let my daughter scream on this motherf**er The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf**er Ride out Blood money, we gon' ride out Ride out And don't think I won't send six n***as to your hide out Rich Gang