400 Bars Lyrics - Game

Heeyo drama 

We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit 

Breakfast club 

I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room 

This aint a mixtape 

This is life! 

Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous 

You know how 0 point my aim is 

Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python 

In this 300 like lee knightis 

Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate 

Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate 

Leaning sideways with my fitted straight 

With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made 

Check my armor no clouds in my stones 

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Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore 

Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war 

That was so fly, now we bought anotha store 

Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart 

Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it 

Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it 

Chop bricks take trips ot, 

We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC 

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this 

Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf 

Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee 

Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses 

And stuck em in a lexus 

Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace 

And I keep them clipse on a dresser 

Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all 

Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all 

Photos 

Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all 

Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr 

Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul 

Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR 

With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off 

King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw 

She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft 

Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law 

I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw 

ER be fucking strong 

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk 

After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk 

Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk 

Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks 

The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch, 

This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch 

Im hungry like I aint trapped in months 

So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch 

Or have em catch em when send the pinebox 

Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt 

To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas 

Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway 

Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay 

I pop champ like its my b day, force power 

Under my hood like its an olympic relay 

My Flow Rida on time, no delay 

I rais a million dollars send it off to CHILE 

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross 

Im all mad nigga EA, I'm in VA 

Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway 

Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit 

When I took trips OT, I never winning shit 

I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit 

Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins 

In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six 

Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in 

Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry 

And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit 

They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit 

They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit 

If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit 

Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in 

Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in 

I was outcasted andre, benjamin 

Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend 

She like putting on sinners in, yeah 

You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell 

It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills 

Big phantoms, sweet wheels 

Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills 

Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock 

Jay Electronica, this a dome shot 

So I had to steal it, nigga I had the killin 

I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit feelin 

Yea keep wantin nigga 

Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects 

Come to the mucialago or for an object 

Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted 

Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard 

Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket 

Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic 

Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic 

88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics 

Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem 

Yeah trash baggin, this is crack 

And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs 

I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks 

Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats 

And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps 

Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap 

Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat 

Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat 

I tell you bout this fucking rats 

They even snitch and bend over to catch 

No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats 

Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat 

Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back 

Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread 

In the hood on the war like a fucking fathead 

Two nines on your back one sack, yeah 

This my block and you niggas cant trap here 

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah 

Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes 

Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers 

Its gon be a cold summer, come through like burr 

The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes 

The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka 

The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka 

I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck 

Fuck that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck 

Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends 

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath 

Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash 

If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast 

Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack 

Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag 

With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab 

I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds 

Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down 

Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud 

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor 

Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe 

Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo 

Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though 

Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow 

Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 

But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board 

With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for 

Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole 

In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon 

Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw 

We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck 

Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck 

Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what 

Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt 

I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her 

Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her 

Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it 

When to train on her, call carl toon 

Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2 

You know what, fuck it atftermath too 

Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it 

Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded 

Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found 

Mama your son got a public announcement 

I got 5 million in the walls and the couches 

Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and guns 

Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it 

Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit 

A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit 

Settle down the Mississippi got her down south click 

And my niggas like, we aint know all about this 

And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed 

You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid 

Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch 

Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht 

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick 

Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit 

Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft 

Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next 

Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text 

Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX 

Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that 

Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack 

Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga 

I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that 

You should get a fight with California, come fuck with that 

Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that 

Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that 

Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that 

I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped 

I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags 

Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag