[Refrain] Come on boys and girls, play the telephone game Whisper to one person, it's hella gon change They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang When they whisper to someone else, they'll tell the wrong name When it come back around, who the hell they gon blame? Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang You drew first blood cause you got some long fangs Hating just because you hoes want fame
[Chorus] Okay, what's his background? Did you check the source? Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source? Let a stranger whisper in your ear, posted and repeated it If you knew the source, you probably would've deleted it Yeah, you played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat Played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat
[Verse 1] Stupid bitch, tried to help a rat 50 Cent me You fell for it, you already resent me Only a select few willing to represent me I went through Hell and this the gift the devil sent me Terry Gonzales was a stranger from Modesto He killed a kid, he was trying to make his rep grow He went to Tracy, sent the sarge a little note Said he had some information 'bout a murder he could quote Okay, they came to see him and he asked 'em for immunity District attorney rejected him with impunity He made the choice to roll over on his homies Like "fuck y'all, I'm going home as a parolee" Gave the cops an interview like Geraldo Rivera Telling everything he knew about Gerardo Herrera And Victor Barragan and Luis Dominguez Got life without parole and he was still pointing fingers
[Chorus] Okay, what's his background? Did you check the source? Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source? Let a stranger whisper in your ear, posted and repeated it If you knew the source, you probably would've deleted it Yeah, you played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat Played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat
[Verse 2] Stupid bitch, come on Terry, tell the truth bro You went to prison for killing the son of Kerry McDougall A 14 year old boy, November in '02 Wrote the cops and snitched as soon as you got to Tracy, fool You dropped out the Norte and went S.N.Y Only to join another gang when you hit the other side I was there minding my business making music He slithered up on me asking how to do shit I played stupid, I wouldn't give him the plug Went and googled his name and, bang, there it was, dang He started complaining, I wouldn't give him love I ain't feel a lick of fear, nigga, this is what I does Went and gave 'em the paperwork, told 'em to look it up Turns out they were aware and none of 'em gave a fuck Okay, they congregated and chose their next move Demanded 2 G's from me and I laughed like "whoo"
[Chorus] Okay, what's his background? Did you check the source? Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source? Let a stranger whisper in your ear, posted and repeated it If you knew the source, you probably would've deleted it Yeah, you played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat Played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat
[Verse 3] Bitch, I'll leave on a stretcher 'fore I give your ass a soup Other than that, handle your business, do what you gotta do I ain't hiding from you hoes, I survived worse than you Salinas Valley '99, dirty weather, telling the truth Okay, he pulled a knife on me and I hit him in the chin His knees wobbled, he stabbed me and I hit his ass again His homies tried to help him, fuck it, I'll slang with all y'all On my feet the whole time, bitch, I never took a fall The little homie from Cedar Block ran over to help Muthafuckas started jumping on him, he was by himself Ain't a cop bust a shot with the block gun or the mini Signs say "no warning shots" but they ain't ever fire any Okay, it's getting clear now, they working with the cops I ain't surprised, I always seen 'em as the opp's No charges, no court, I never said a thang Then they hopped on the internet smutting up my name
[Refrain] Come on boys and girls, play the telephone game Whisper to one person, it's hella gon change They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang When they whisper to someone else, they'll tell the wrong name When it comes back around, who the hell they gon blame Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang You drew first blood cause you got some long fangs Hating just because you hoes want fame
[Chorus] Okay, what's his background? Did you check the source? Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source? Let a stranger whisper in your ear, posted and repeated it If you knew the source, you probably would've deleted it Yeah, you played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a rat Played the telephone game instead of checking facts You ended up spreading a rumor that was started by a ratTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
