Yukmouth - Game Ova lyrics

[Intro]: Y'all n***as in trouble, should've never f**ed with Yuk G-G-G-Gay Unit! b**h a** Game you could never f** with Yuk you b**h! [Chorus]: We keep them gats clappin' to a n***a like him, f** G-Unit, you know the Game's about to end, Regime Life! We back up in this b**h again, You can run with snitches or run with k**az and win [Verse]: You ain't no thug, you a f*ggot a** tongue ring mush face b**h that won't talk that blood sh** in front of Suge face You ain't a Compton blood, M.O.B. mobbed out How you got a million when you living at your mom's house? On the Interscope DVD at your mom's house See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out! This n***a faker than Eminem on Wash house Come down South to get knocked out, popped out! Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ran The G-Unit outta Houston Y'all n***as music, I peeped the blueprint Suge Knight slapped that n***a, he didn't do sh**! Got slapped two different times, he didn't do sh**! Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't ruthless! Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do sh**! Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit Wanna beat my a**? Then prove it! What you gon' do? s**er punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun? I don't play that! I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son Get off his dick! That's why yo lips filled with Eazy-E cum How this n***a from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue. b**h! How I'm getting f**ed? Droppes Benz, big spokes, n***a gotta f** Yuk b**h and Chris Hicks broke! Master biter, The Game the mark, the stainless heart I'll rip yo f**in' brain apart Tryin' to tell you at the club b**h n***a play yo part You that b**h n***a from "Change Of Heart" Tongue Ring! You the internet thug, the war ain't ended with Yuk, until I put some hollow tips in yo mug Why diss now? You wasn't talkin' sh** at the club That's cute he tryin' to prove to 50 Cent he a thug Call 40 he'll let you know I devour boys And he let you know that my family is the flower boys Ed Flowers, Joe Flowers, real power boy! Got shot with yo own sh** you a coward boy! You runnin' with snitches, you sleepin' with fishes I'll put yo brains on them f**in' new G-6's Saw you in da club, wasn't talkin' that slick sh**, so why wait three months to come with some diss sh**? [Chorus 2x] (Yukmouth) n***a, you sound phony as f**! Yamean! Regime Life! n***a! Who you f**in' with n***a? Blood n***as don't know you n***a! Yadadamean! You ain't M.O.B. n***a! You ain't no real blood, you f**in' basketball n***a! Yadadamean! [Chorus 2 2x]: I know you gon' let me shine and get mine, this b**h n***a Game has stepped up on the line The boys in yo brain, yo brains is on the line, but I hope they don't let Yuk in with his nine' [Outro]: I can't believe you n***a I saw you at the club n***a, I told you I had beef with 50 Cent n***a You said,"That's between y'all n***a" You said you didn't want no beef n***a You gave a n***a dab, I gave you dab, it was cool I thought we didn't have no beef n***a You f**in' internet thug n***a! You keep gettin' slapped by Suge Knight n***a! You b**h, you ain't no blood n***a Yadadamean! f**in' coward n***a! Yamean, you got them n***as tryin' to get you to rap against me n***a? I'm the king of the west n***a, you f**in' poodle! Get it right b**h! Yadadamean! I end n***as careers baby! Look at Master P n***a! Every n***a, I wrote on has been silent n***a! All my n***as in L.A. is them n***as thats jackin' them n***as at the club n***a You know how we get down, you b**h a** chump! n***a! That lil' fake a** G-Unit chain you was holdin' on when you was talkin' to me, if you checked me why was you holdin' on your chain when we talkin'? If you wanna box me, you gon' tuck yo chain, you ain't gon' hold yo chain, that's a b**h move n***a! A b**h move is showin' a n***a yo gun and not usin' it, n***a I'm not Joe Budden n***a! This is the M.O.B. n***a! J Prince n***a! You could neva come to Houston n***a! Neva come to the Bay you b**h! Neva come to the midwest Chicago D! Maan I tell you, you b**h, my n***a Speedy came to the Jim Jones video shoot and checked yo a** n***a! He said,"Bo and Yuk got beef n***a" And you said, "If 50 was to die today, I'm gettin' paid from a white boy at Interscope n***a" Be real n***a! Let a n***a know what really happened n***a! Quit f**in' with me like that you b**h! n***a! And I don't box I hit n***as wit glockz in da head you b**h! You know how I do n***a Yadadamean! It's Oakland on mine n***a, Regime life n***a Yeah you see me in my Benz you b**h [Music Stops] I got j**elry for everyday of the week punk f** that lil' a** yellow-gold, whatever the f** you rockin' with, step yo sh** up b**h! Hand me down j**elry n***a And Compton ain't f**in' with you! Chump! You f**in' bum, I'm outta here n***a you... see this sh** on the forum you chump! Internet a** thug [Gunshot]