The Game - Cough Up A Lung lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I'm in New York on the block, I know you see it's snowing Jesus piece got a jesus piece, both of them sh**'s glowing Stussy jacket hoodie on, f**ing wind blowing G-star, Jordan 3's, fly like Boeing And now that I got everbodys f**ing attention Let's address this b**h a** n***a going at Kendrick Say the album is trash, n***a you full of gas Poke holes in you, let you fill up a New York cab n***a in belize, cause he all in to his feelings Cause he did 10 years for shooting at the ceiling Diddy gave you a mill, lil n***a shoulda chill Cute curly sideburns, talking 'bout he's real Check my resume, any n***a that want it I bury them But f** this n***a he can't get in to America I'm 'bout to hit Brooklyn, f** this b**h Erykah Bust a nut, call a cab and cut After I tear it up, and we just met today Gave her the pole, the day after electionday b**h was on Section 8, tryna get a Section 8 Already came, it's a wrap like electric tape And Hurricane said he got this b**h, light out She fell a sleep then her girl got piped out And theese the type hoes NBA n***as wife out And theese my side b**hes n***a what's your life 'bout? Mine's about guns in the stash, the chrys piped out That's a 300c and chrys iced out 3 kids, all 3 closets niked out And I'm bipolar, see 40 Glocc, lights out! Word on the streets, b**h n***a suing me Sending cops to my door, n***a how you a G? I ain't beefing with the pigs, this you and me And I spit the same 16 on your eulogy Cough up a lung where I'm from, Compton son, ain't nothing nice! Cough up a lung where I'm from, Compton son, ain't nothing nice!