Niggaz Bleed - The Game

Your boy ain’t got shit, I got 10KI-s by my 26th birthday

5 bricks a Bentley Coupe, a bulletproof Suburban

I’m fresh on the bricks been out for twelve days

Lookin' for my thug bitch, nigga need some twelve play

A gangsta bitch put her lips around my 12' gauge

Who freak on foul miles, throw the pussy like Elway

Ridin' through L.A., shotgun in a Coupe

I’m ballin' in my Converse like L. J

I put nine holes in your Pelle

Fuckin' with me?

I’ll have white chalk where them shells lay

I’m a Goodfella, there goes the neighborhood fellas

Far from a Roc-A-Fella?

I’ll let the doctor tell 'em

That his heart don’t work, he need a new one

That’s hard to combine like seein' me in some blue ones

Air Forces with the cocaine strings

Cargo full of hunters what the dopehead brings

I’m the livin' most drug dealer, I expose niggas

Take the thug in 'em, leave 'em layin' in a blood river

You know Game count 'em, I got 'em as lottos

My quarter piece is like skiing through a cocaine mountain

For the love of a dollar, puttin' niggas in a column

Then get lost somewhere in the Caymen islands, holler

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me bein' scared

Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me

(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me not ridin'

My life in that man’s hands while he just decidin'

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me bein' scared

Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me

(Niggas bleed just like us) I’d rather go toe-to-toe

With all of y’all, runnin' ain’t in my protocol

Niggas fakin' my city?

I mistake 'em for Diddy

Claimin' he a Bad Boy, nigga simply an ac-tor

From Compton to the Boogie Down Bronx I put it down

With Dre behind me platinum plaques’ll find me

Somewhere in the Cayman islands, diamonds on the Rolex

Bezels shinin' and I am, the king of rhymin', perfect timin'

Now that Roc-A-Fella belong to Def Jam

My mic is my best friend from Rikers to San Quentin

Make a move in them eight by tens

Sharin' light to my niggas in solitary, missin' their commissary

And my niggas traumatised from hearin' their momma cry

My goons supply balloons for your baby momma ties

And my verses baptise every one of you rap guys

And my eyes the first family, more like the Fab Five

So step aside, let a real nigga take flight

I ain’t hype, I’m the reincarnation of Eric Wright

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me bein' scared

Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me

(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me not ridin'

My life in that man’s hands while he just decidin'

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me bein' scared

Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me

(Niggas bleed just like us) I’d rather go toe-to-toe

With all of y’all, runnin' ain’t in my protocol

Back in the 'hood with The Game off tour

Lovin' the coast like

Yet still, gotta keep the K cutter close (Why)

Little niggas ain’t go to

'Til they all fryin' from the iron or they flyin' with the ghosts

With lyin' on the siren while they dyin' from the throat

When I withdraw my hands from the line of the coke

Nigga choke, then I retire in to smoke

To my natural habitat gold wires on the spokes

With the locs, like I’m supplyin' 'em with dope

A-16 bar like they firin' up an O

Designer the flow, grindin' on the low

Keep a bad little bitch with a diamond on her toe

Blindin' when I glow, stop cryin' I’m a pro

Techniec the streets 'til it’s time for him to go

Or 'til they put some hot through us

I’m a fighter and the truest since Joseph Louis

So the recipe is, we bake 'em soon as Dre bake 'em

Aftermath hit makers from Compton and Jamaica

Now, where else do we gotta take 'em?

New York to see Jacob

I’m L.A.'s king, ski mask like Jason

Pendleton like Freddy, red and black plague

Gangbangin' for ever, got 'em wavin' white flags

Cocaine Range, all white mags

Tell the white liar, leave you in a white bag