The Game - Bigger Than Me (French Version) 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 [Verse 1] 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 the 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, eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** 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 [Break] n***as already f**ed your b**h, you b**h boy And every time you kiss your b**h you s** my dick, you b**h boy And when you buy that ho a bag that b**h carry my bricks, you b**h boy [Verse 2] I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f** with that Tec That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a p**y n***a Strangé, fake a** Kanye, fake a** Weezy Fake a** j**elry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop n***a better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop So you can s** my dick and Complex can count my name drops I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house f** all these p**ys, give me any name to call out Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out Landed in Miami, met some b**hes ate 'em all out Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er [Hook 2] 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 a new generation Old emoji a** rappers, all their smiley a** faces f** n***as [Outro] Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** n***as "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er "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