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letra de 360 bars - the game

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[intro]
hey, skee, tell ’em i’m goin’ away for a while (a million) motherf-kka’s wanna see me dead
(a million) motherf-kka’s wanna see me in the fed’s
(a million) b-tches wanna give me head
(a million) dollars in my bank account
(a million) soundscan the first week out
(a million) motherf-kka’s on my d-ck
(a million) motherf-kka’s talking shyt

[360 bars]
hit a break down…
i’m the king, and you better respect it
all i need is beyonce, and a roc-a-fella necklace
n-gga you can “check up on it”, i’m a slim thug
cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood
gave n-gga’s 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a dvd
i did it for the c.p.t
did it for new york, did it for chi-town
ran through hip-hop, and made these n-gga’s lie down
i’m going away for awhile, call it a california vacation
i call it a bentley with a smile
god bless the child, wit incredible style
n-gga sicker than west nile, who king of the west now
i’m putting my vest down, n-gga’s ain’t going to k!ll sh-t
shut the f-ck up, n-gga you ain’t going to k!ll sh-t
rappers don’t k!ll rappers, guns k!ll rappers
and i be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers
f-ck rappin, these n-gga’s will push ya grill backwards
faster than iraqis when bush attacking
my flow semi-automatic, blhow
touching p-ssies is my job, you a b-tch, this is s-xual harr-ssment
n-gga get a lawyer, when ‘the game’ coming for ya
my jab, like zab on the chin of de la hoya
i’m the golden boy, and i’m making hova noise
got the whole world clapping, just like the nolia boys
since a juvenile, i had to prove my style
went from kayslay to dj clue, and blhow
20 magazine covers, n-gga look at me now
you need a hot 16?.. i need 100 thou
cause half of these rap n-gga’s just be running they mouth
the other half, in the atl runnin’ the south
10 mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house
i’m rich, so on my 30th birthday i’m out
n-gga, i’m so ahead of time, and i spit better lines
better rhymes every-time, n-gga’s hate on me so much, i feel like i’m kevin federline
f-ck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my d-ck
you wit me, my next album going to sell like britney
i beat on these rap n-gga’s like bobby do whitney
no more drama, no more beef wit 50
and if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
right back where i started, in compton, taking out the garbage
where crips and bloods shoot it out like pearl harbor
that was ’95, when cube was in his prime
you brought yo lethal injection, and i brought mine
rewind to ’89, got my first mixtape
my brother brought it for me, they use to call him big fase
but now, we ain’t brothers, n-gga we ain’t sh-t
and you living in my shadow like marcus vick
and i heard about yo lil rappers talking sh-t
stay out my family business, or you get a coffin quick
i ain’t change, same n-gga that got off them bricks
got signed to dr.dre cause his bars is sick
getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick
and he whop so good, i had to pause this sh-t
i told ’em bomp, slow down baby
got to get this sh-t firm like foxy, nas and az
she said ‘f-ck you,pay me
so i left her in az
that’s what i get for letting her listen to my jay-z
f-ck a b-tch, give me a 40, i’ll take that
dress up for the grammy’s, but i still don’t drive maybachs
n-gga i’m gangster, and homey don’t play dat
stand way back, or get ya -ss clapped asap
n-gga this the payback, you want beef.. say that
i’ll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets
n-gga got ran outta new york by dipset
then he got ran out of compton by my set
banned from watts, can’t even walk through his projects
n-gga so lame, talking he gang-bang
won’t bust a shot, and the n-gga know where i hang
i’m big daddy kane, and the platinum chain
the fact remains, the game don’t rap for fame
game rap for fun, game blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that b-st-rds done
be easy, i might give you a p-ss this once
i’m ready to die, but i don’t want a b-st-rd son
n-gga, i rap too good, and i’m back in the hood
on the same couch, i put my demo in a package for suge
after one meeting, i was right back in the hood
red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood
now it’s, aftermath for good…
any n-gga mention dre, get a desert eagle shoved in his f-cking face
how that taste?
blow yo sh-t out fa’real, n-gga im for real
call nelly or paul wall, tell ’em make you a grill
i cook beef, like a steak on a grill
got the clips on hold, but i ain’t pharrell
n-gga i’m fa’real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs
i spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue
n-gga, i’m number one, motherf-cka bar none
who else kick knowledge outside of hova and the god son
we can go bar for bar, c-cksucker drop some
watch me take flight like tom cruise in the top gun
you might win some, but you just lost one
i beat on these lil n-gga’s like dr. dre drums
look at these motherf-cka’s trying to prove theyselves
thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales
never that, motherf-cka, i’m a clever cat
kanye west in slacks, n-gga, i’m as fresh as that
ask dre, ask snoop, i’m nice
i’m cube, i’m jacob, i put rappers on “ice”

[outro]
a skee , let me ask you a question
if you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars
then add the 360 bars, wit one kevin federline, what you get?
(a million) haha.. lets get the f-ck outta here man..
go find something to do

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