The Game - Really lyrics

[Produced by MeKanics and O.Z] [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] f** buyin' j**elry, buyin' ammo Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo Hate rats, got my n***as in the fed Got money in the bank and money on my head Really? n***as sound silly Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli Free my n***a Meek Milly, bad b**h out of Philly Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy Who you think I give a f** about, an enemy? Think I give a f** about the industry? p**y a** n***a better Google me Boy, I really made a million out the f**in' streets Boy, I had a white car back in '04 Back in running wood days and ride low When bein' a street n***a really meant something Now n***as sell his soul for a follow If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, n***a? Take pictures with guns so that make you a k**er Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today Took that sh** to the 'jects, empowered the hittas I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, f**in' with Nipsey And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game Cause real n***as livin' the same [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16 My partner did a decade so what the f** you really mean? Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video Causin' all this racket, no tennis court Really made a million in a kitchen fork Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork Often offended, I told that b**h to get out when she finished Need me a b**h that gon' s** me and f** me And freak me and pa** me to all of her friends That's what it is, verbal telekinesis Kurupt mixed with Jeezy, Big Meech mixed with Yeezy Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas Got a fresh hairline from Peter Got me a hockey mask, choppas start talking fast Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter n***as ain't k**ing sh**, n***as they playing They saying they k**ing sh** Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey And this sh** here might burn a little bit I'm like, "Really, little b**hes, say really" [Hook: Soulja Boy] f** these n***as n***as say they gon' k** me (really really? Really) n***as say they gon' k** me (really?) n***as say they gon' k** me (really really? Really) n***as say they gon' k** me (really?) [Verse 3: T.I.] Brand new Benz with the top down In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round I don't give a f**, motherf**er, act up Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound Comin' with the bullsh**, get shot down s**er free, no fly zone in my town And there ain't no discussion It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin' I promise, my n***a, you want it, my n***a? My young n***as ready, they goin' on guard They act like they know ain't no God We so official, for sure, no facade Trap n***a shine like I glow in the dark Still got my .44 in the door I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do And can't nobody handle you the way I do Give your boy a K or two, k** you in a day or two And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that Blow your a** off the map And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap My demonstration in exchange for your hatin' I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin' We come through in Mercedes and shoot you You'd think Call of Duty would make it Bacon, I get my moolah off top He don't give me my moolah, off top Give a damn what the naysayers say And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone [Hook: Soulja Boy] [Verse 4: Game] n***as ain't gon' k** sh** I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, n***a, Will Smith It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards This sh** right here you can't deal with Two ice cubes and some cognac Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem Runnin' Aftermath in all black I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's Leave all of you n***as with crooked eyes Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz Knockin' every bu*ton off your bu*toned up sleeves Please that's Jeezy the Snowman Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man Said I ain't k**in' your dog but stealin' my hog, f** my conscience Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't f** with Compton Don't f** with Kendrick, don't f** with Problem Don't f** with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them My handle's dumb, I had no gun f** around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin' I bear arms like Durantula This rocket launcher'll blow your whole f**in' mansion up And everybody gotta die, put them candles up How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas? And for you f**in' dumb n***as, let me slow it down I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around And when a n***a say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio To let a n***a know it's goin' down f** you clowns, yeah I put the word on you n***as Go A$AP Ferg on you n***as Been all through New York with Diddy My verse'll Schmurda you n***as And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old I will still be the pilot that light up the stove And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back And tell n***as that Detox come out this October Like Ol' Dirty ba*tard, I'm finally sober And verses like this'll get me a new Rover Get you a new home and it's in a casket Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over Soulja! [Hook: Soulja Boy]