You niggaz is soldiers man, fuckin toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-ass bitch I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
[Chorus] Niggaz love to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why you tryin to play The Game with only 50 Cent Come back when you got a couple dollars, holla
[Verse One] You gon' need more than 50 Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop Now yo' ass run around singin the "Candy Shop" After "Westside Story," I took your fans I seen it for myself, that bitch Olivia's a man I got word from the wise, nigga you dead wrong Stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone Nigga got mad when "How We Do" start climbin Actin like a bitch cause he "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'" Got niggaz locked up, you a snitch in Queens Told 'em Touch shot 'Pac then rated out Supreme But on the rizzeal, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, five-oh-C-E-N-T, faggot
Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch Olivia's a bitch (Jersey Devil exclusive) no Olivia's a man, ha ha, God damn
[Verse Two] You reported more names than the evening news I guess now Reebok makin cement shoes Yayo the only real motherfucker from the street You swingin on me like you want five heartbeats Okay 1, 2, 3 4 flatline If you say you wrote my shit one mo' time You ain't a hood nigga you "Got Rich and Stopped Tryin'" Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and Jay stop lyin You a snitch, what'chu know about movin in silence Even N.Y.P.D. can't deny it The life of your story is fuckin Vivica But your baby momma left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch
Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mill' Then Buck sold a mill' then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia who titties ain't real Now they all hidin behind the police shield
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[Outro] G-G-G-G-G-you niggaz ain't shit, bitch-ass niggaz I told you this shit was real nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, motherfucker All you get up on there and sing a few hooks Nigga and you wanna claim a nigga fame, nigga You was Ashanti, you bitch-ass nigga, fuck is you talkin 'bout? You wrote somethin nigga, the real is the real nigga Black Wallstreet nigga, THE Black Wallstreet nigga Gon' tell yo' bitch-ass nigga I ain't gon' get up on this mic and play them games nigga I told my nigga let me get that last 16 nigga I'm rappin right now nigga, but I'm spittin the real nigga You know who I'm talkin to nigga 50! Nigga, bitch-ass nigga BLACK WALLSTREET NIGGA Brazil and Wimelton, what block you on nigga? We'll be there! What block you on? Scary-ass nigga, fuck this shit man Niggaz woke me up with that bullshit niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
