The Game - Play the Game lyrics

[Intro- The Game] You n***as is soldiers man, f**in toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-a** b**h I know you can't wait to get off house arrest n***a So you can run the f** outta New York, you f*ggot [Hook] n***as love to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why you tryin to play The Game with only 50 Cent Come back when you got a couple dollars, holla [Verse One] You gon' need more than 50 Cent to play this Game n***a hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks b**h I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop Now yo' a** run around singin the "Candy Shop" After "Westside Story," I took your fans I seen it for myself, that b**h Olivia's a man I got word from the wise, n***a you dead wrong Stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone n***a got mad when "How We Do" start climbin Actin like a b**h cause he "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'" Got n***as locked up, you a snitch in Queens Told 'em Touch shot 'Pac then rated out Supreme But on the rizzeal, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, five-oh-C-E-N-T, f*ggot Banks is a b**h, 50 is a b**h Yayo is a b**h, Buck is a b**h Olivia's a b**h (Jersey Devil exclusive) no Olivia's a man, ha ha, God damn [Verse Two] You reported more names than the evening news I guess now Reebok makin cement shoes Yayo the only real motherf**er from the street You swingin on me like you want five heartbeats Okay 1, 2, 3 4 flatline If you say you wrote my sh** one mo' time You ain't a hood n***a you "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'" Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and Jay stop lyin You a snitch, what'chu know about movin in silence Even N.Y.P.D. can't deny it The life of your story is f**in Vivica But your baby momma left you cause you couldn't get it up, b**h Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mill' Then Buck sold a mill' then 50 gave a deal To a b**h named Olivia who titties ain't real Now they all hidin behind the police shield [Hook] [Outro] G-G-G-G-G-you n***as ain't sh**, b**h-a** n***as I told you this sh** was real n***a This is Fat Rat n***a, motherf**er All you get up on there and sing a few hooks n***a and you wanna claim a n***a fame, n***a You was Ashanti, you b**h-a** n***a, f** is you talkin 'bout? You wrote somethin n***a, the real is the real n***a Black Wallstreet n***a, THE Black Wallstreet n***a Gon' tell yo' b**h-a** n***a I ain't gon' get up on this mic and play them games n***a I told my n***a let me get that last 16 n***a I'm rappin right now n***a, but I'm spittin the real n***a You know who I'm talkin to n***a 50! n***a, b**h-a** n***a BLACK WALLSTREET ni**a Brazil and Wimelton, what block you on n***a? We'll be there! What block you on? Scary-a** n***a, f** this sh** man n***as woke me up with that bullsh** n***a