Game Over - Remady

One, two, one, two, suckas, lil' fuckas

You know it, nothin' man, for nothin' man, he’s back

Here we comin', best start runnin'

Cuz we’re gunnin' for the number one

Position, better listen

If you don’t you just might end up missin'

Suckas, muthafuckas, all this actin' their rappin'

All this lyin', all this stealin'

All this robbin' and these dealings

Go see the deacon, see you in the street and

Catch a beatin', watch your head start leakin'

Action, more than a fraction

Bet when we touchdown, yo, you know we’re packin'

Greet you, nice to meet you

Then we beat you as we slowly defeat you

See ya, nice to know ya

Overthrow ya, then that’s it, Game Over

20−02, let me Remedy you

And show y’all muthafuckas what y’all supposed to do

You can bounce to this, smoke an ounce to this

Strip butt naked, run around the house to this

It’s the R to the E-M, raise ya fist

Wit the E-D-Y, gorilla in the mist

And I came wit three guns, for me and my two sons

If you don’t show face, I’mma take ya place

Nothin' seems real, that’s just how I feel

And I treat every deal like that’s my last meal

Free sticks and zynecs and watch me dance

Wanna fuck wit the devil, come take your chance

The dope in this, great white hope in this

Soloist, vocalist, dolo-ist, mobilist, long pull mogulist

Rage of full chauvinist, who the Wu specialist?

Six million megabits, lyrical perfectionist

Rem-D, 20−02

Uh, 20−02, let me Remedy you

You know?