letra de stop talkin' to the cops - the game
[intro: the game]
oh!
50 guess who’s back?
oh!
50, guess who’s back, you b-tch -ss n-gga?
hahaha! it’s the game n-gga, your arch-nemesis
i see’d your lil movie n-gga. that sh-t was aight
i swear i see’d this sh-t, look…
“if you was my best friend…” hahahaha
you got beat out by chicken little
so that’s your name: chicken little, b-tch!
[chorus: the game]
n-gga you run with the coppers
word on the streets says you’s a snitch
n-gga stop talking to the coppers
the whole nyc knows you’s a b-tch
n-gga we took your choppers
we’ll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
n-gga you cannot stop us
say my name that’s only gon’ make me rich
[verse 1: the game]
guess who’s back in this motherf-cker?
more beef than usda
now who the f-ck wanna play with the california king
stash box in all 5 of my cars, n-gga
living the california dream
and i ain’t gotta pay no cops
all i gotta do is make sure yayo flop
first week 200, that’s all he got
second week 68, and the number 10 spot
third week 30,000; fourth week you stop
i guess i’m your psychic friend because of g-unot
and while you talking on the internet
i’m loading slugs in the tec
connecticut 5 hours away, and i rent a jet
turning spider loc against me for your benefit
i still got love for cuz but blood been a vet
real n-ggas ain’t hard to find
come to your own hood and look under the g-unot sign
[chorus: the game]
n-gga you run with the coppers
word on the streets says you’s a snitch
n-gga stop talking to the coppers
the whole nyc knows you’s a b-tch
n-gga we took your choppers
we’ll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
n-gga you cannot stop us
say my name that’s only gon’ make me rich
[outro: phat rat (spoken)]
g g g g, not!
you b-tch -ss n-ggas, i’m back
i been waiting on this, n-gga
yayo! excuse me, yay-ho!
n-gga, you first!
you b-tch -ss n-gga, this is phat rat, n-gga!
me and you, n-gga. pay per view, n-gga!
we gon’ be the under-card of the main event, n-gga
with 50-snitch and my n-gga, n-gga
and we gon’ have another fight, n-gga
my cousin lisa, n-gga
she gon’ fight, umm, banks b-tch -ss n-gga
for the card under me and you
you ho -ss n-gga
i couldn’t wait til they cut this motherf-cking mic on, n-gga
call my bluff, n-gga
i ain’t no rapper, n-gga…
but i’m rapping, n-gga, like you wit that bullsh-t, n-gga
you gon’ sit yo old -ss down, n-gga
you be 36 in december, n-gga
aftermath, n-gga! black wall street, n-gga!
oliver!
i was on your b-tch -ss last night on santa monica, n-gga!
n-gga, i do my research!
there’s a bunch of h0m-s-xuals down there on santa monica n-gga
yeah, n-gga, i got it on footage —
chasing your b-tch -ss, oliver!
you ain’t finna fool the people, n-gga, let motherf-ckers know
i’mma get yo b-tch -ss stripped, and take a picture, n-gga
show your sh-t swinging because you ain’t had the operation, n-gga
tell that b-tch -ss n-gga 50 to pay for that motherf-cker to get sliced off, n-gga
so next time you put some shorts on that video, a big -ss bulge gon’ be sitting there, n-gga
because i got everybody looking for it, n-gga
n-gga b-lls all squished up like that, n-gga
you b-tch motherf-cker
stop snitchin’ and stop lyin’!
n-gga talking ’bout get rich or die tryin’, n-gga
yeah n-gga, you gon’ die tryin’, n-gga!
n-gga get rich n-gga, b-tch -ss n-gga
n-ggas gon’ find out you out there, n-gga, tryna
pay something to happen to somebody; you know where they end up, n-gga
they already on all of us, n-gga!
like i tell n-ggas, n-gga, i know about 4 agencies watching me
so therefore, yo b-tch -ss gon’ end up in one of these california prisons, n-gga!
then what you gon’ do, n-gga?!
martha made it but i guarantee you won’t, n-gga!
black wall… wait a minute
the black wall street, n-gga!
you better make sure you respect it, n-gga, and say “the” —
t-h-e, n-gga, not t-h-a, n-gga!
la-di-da! la-di-da!
n-gga, i got hooks and all!
brazil and wilmington, you b-tch -ss n-gga!
[outro: the game]
n-gga 50 said that i’m only known in a 8-block radius. well, n-gga, this the motherf-cking 8-block radius i wanna be known in. it’s motherf-cking beverly hills, n-gga! sh-t, how i get here, man? you help me? you ain’t help me do sh-t, sucker -ss n-gga! i lost fans f-cking wit you, n-gga! you a motherf-cking snitch, the whole world know you a snitch, your whole family know you a snitch, even your son know you a snitch, n-gga: gon’ tell his teacher he been acting bad at home, n-gga. put the n-gga on punishment, n-gga; stop telling on him!
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