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letra de game ova part. 2 - yukmouth

round 2
n-gg- i won the first round n-gg-
go back to the drawin’ board n-gg-
i’m built for dis baby
oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the radio station
yamean
keep sayin’ my name, keep sayin’ my name baby
keep blowin’ me up n-gg- and i’ ma cut your f-ckin’ throat you b-tch!(breathe!)
the game play games n-gg-
you a lyin’ -ss toungue ring f-ggot n-gg-.(f-ck the game you b-tch)
i crack your back when i’m blastin’ ya gat
ya lungs collapse like a asthma attack
n-gg- i make you hard to…
f-ggot rap, ya back bone is d’mack’n ya brotha
and you still got clapped
lay on ya back and try to…
n-gg- ain’t from the hood
your first alb-m went wood
and every week you get slap by suge
come to the bay man the tecs gon’ spray
it’s like your boxed in with pepper spray
n-gg- i make you hard to…
and don’t lie, that’s the code of the streets
6-fo
peice
playin’ games, you don’t really want beef
my shot n-gg-s got that g-unit peice
buck i know you can’t…
you never met pac, you never met eazy
you’re suckin’ on my d-ck man your lips too breezy
take deep breath’s, adjust your tongue ring
while dre stick his d-ck in ya -ss
you pretty dumb thing.(f-ckin’ f-ggot!)
ill fill you up with them hallows, you fall
i follow and watch you wallow
my chain glow i made doe
since you had that tongue ring
and fade on the game show(n-gg-)
you’re just a mixtape diva and every g-unit sneakers
y’all tryin’ to sing them high notes like aretha
wall street
and put your brains on the p-ssenger seat
game over he can’t…
one into the two, two into the four
the game want war, the game got war
four into the five, let the regime ride
game ride wit them, the game ova for them
one into the two, two into the four
g-unit want war, g-unit got war
four into the five, let the regime ride
game ride wit them, the game ova for them
you b-tches understand me
there’s no fist fightin’
on sight i’mma blam you
smash n-gg-s face with gun handles
you know me the definition of the land of the scanners
you pose for the camera
i carry my own blamma
bury n-gg-s with chucks on with wooden pyjamas
on the hood (breathe!) you square
no n-gg-s know you from the jungles to the bottoms
cause’ you had (breathe!) contacts tryin to g-q model
i was born with pac, in the oe-bottle
you’re a d-ck (breathe!) ryda
tryin’ to f-ck with which crews hotta
match your tongue ring to the paint on your impala
you’re just (breathe!) another f-ckin’ clone
gettin’ sh-ttin’ on for shoes and cell phones
you dead wrong n-gg- sayin’ yuk ain’t safe
from e-1-4 to the shaws
there’s a price on your face you b-tch
you can’t f-ck wit us regeme life n-gg-!
how dare you say da regeme on your fake -ss skit!
how dare you use 5 on it you fake -ss n-gg-!
you ain’t got no placks on your wall!
you ain’t got no money you b-tch!
you at yo momma house, you punk!
you tongue ring queen!
you can’t f-ck with me man!
stay off the internet you computer thug!
you dont want it n-gg-!
you dont want war you b-tch!
joe budden murdered you!
and yuk gon dead yo -ss n-gg-!
i’mma wack yo b-tch -ss punk!
you already know how we rock n-gg-
you just got your first tattoo 2 years ago n-gg-!
you were tryin to be a g-q model!
you thought you was the next ll
remember you was saying that you b-tch!
fake -ss blood.

- yukmouth

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