The Game - Lost Angels lyrics

[Intro: The Game] R-Mean Naaa mean? [R-Mean] Mother f**ing game [Hook: Marka] My hood My block My city loves me For the things I do And there ain't no way to stop me They all seen where I've been Already know where I'm from But you can't go if can't follow in the footsteps of a lost angel [Verse 1: R-Mean] If you on top I'm 'bout to push you off B I'm like a wobbly bridge over treacherous waters Don't cross me I can give you my address Even give you the cross street You be usin' that mapquest Still I bet you get lost B It's R-Mean homie I don't squash beef I hold grudges You cross me and Ima k** all you mothaf**as Strictly spit the types of sh** you feel So they be like "Yo he ain't Jewish but he is-Real" My yamaka us my dodger fitted Its a holocaust how the R will off these garbage soft rappers No Hitlers Came from humble beginnings Now we humble contenders With a flow that's sharp enough to circumcise all of your infants Yeah Homie I'm rocky in that slaughterhouse co*ky like your daughter's mouth Shawty's 'bout the bottles that we poppin' As we order rounds Its goin' down These b**hes prove that And I don't eat her p**y I get other chicks to do that [Hook] [Verse 2: The Game] On my grind since '05 I had a cutless But I ain't have no drive All I ever wanted to be was a street n***a Dre put me in a freestyle battle to eat n***as So I did Now my kids in private school And I'm on private jets It ain't a f**in' thing I regret There ain't a f**in' thing I respect Except God Drinkin' Ace of Spades Pull every one of you n***as' cards f** every one of your broads No remorse Take the condom off Nut in that b**h And let the s**m take its course Dr. Evil My attitude worse than Styles P 10 times worse than Beanie Sigel I'm the sequel Speak my name and Ima see you You ain't never seen a devil in a bullet proof regal Clutchin 2 eagles like thick shoulder pads I'm the west coast king I know they mad But f** 'em... [Hook] [Verse 3: R-Mean] So follow me Heaven my destination I'll show you that we in-hell like the sess we blazin I'm inspired like my lungs Cemetery off 'em These wack rappers Robitussin couldn't clear your coffin Your cornea show that you corny I carry California on me You couldn't Your vertebrae will crack Got you slippin' like a disc in a herniated back f**in' with this lost angel Homie I'm far from a saint though So who stoppin' the big bodies I'm coppin' the S cla** You push little C's like Junior Mafia So grab your dicks if you love Hip Hop And rub your mothaf**in' titties if you with me This for my city So if you new to this Peep how we do this sh** The weak will get eat Cause the streets full of Judases The meek shall inherit Game bodying the rest Been grey but today the sun rises in the west [Hook]