Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Bars, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
100 Bars |
| Intro:] |
| Niggas can’t fuck with me men |
| Niggas crazy dawwg |
| I run this underground rap shit |
| And the mainstream nigga |
| I’ma do like boo boo |
| This Niggas right when they fuck |
| Now I’ma come out |
| And Kill 'em |
| Hit the brerak down |
| Time to separate the men from the boys |
| Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds |
| Called a mama’s little boy |
| Or 50's little bitch |
| The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch |
| The protoge of a bitch |
| Niga softer than the Tabo kick |
| You billy blanks on a porno flick |
| With no porno chicks |
| Only porno dicks |
| You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws |
| And so therefore I declare war |
| Outside violater meet me at four |
| Young Buck stay back |
| Bench put this authograph |
| For a hit put aside the glove |
| Lets play catch |
| For your one platinium plaq |
| That’s for them niggas ridding in the back |
| trying to reach for that shit on your lap |
| That’s for your boss and he riding my vest |
| I’m a killer |
| Black wall gorilla |
| The paam boxila |
| G-Unit capilla |
| I’m realler |
| Forty ounce realler |
| Forty gloc pillar |
| Forty gloc killer (Gun shot) |
| Ex spider, I’ll be creeping and crawling |
| Spinning webs around you niggas |
| Staking bread around you niggas |
| Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas |
| I used to watch everything I said around you niggas |
| 20 niggas on the squard |
| 20 niggas in the can |
| That’s 20 witnesses |
| 20 niggas on the stand |
| Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code |
| The Game is to be sold |
| And not to be told |
| This ain’t Dre and sure go beans and hoes |
| This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul |
| Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun’s tossed in With the fishes like you and juice |
| I’m coming for bishop, I’m gunning for bishop |
| I’m the king of this L. A shit |
| tell me hommie is your blood crip |
| Is your dog a bitch |
| Cause the S. A say, they don’t never see homes run around L.A. |
| Fake ass ghost rider |
| Get your little flow tighter |
| Before I put you in the trunk |
| Of this fucking low rider |
| Nigga u ain’t nothin but hitman and quicksand |
| gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and |
| turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men |
| Just take this as a warning don’t flinch men |
| Wear yur rag, you one I know? |
| No! |
| You know bep do, you bang east coast? |
| No! |
| Have you ever had 164 |
| No! |
| Do the hood feel your wack ass flow? |
| No! |
| So sit your little ass down somewhere |
| Before i have them niggas sit you down somewhere |
| In the ground somewhere |
| Out of town somewhere |
| breaking news, body has been found somewhere |
| Now back to the video |
| Look at this silly mu’fuckers |
| Y’all are some silly mu’fuckers |
| I say «hands up» |
| Shorty wanna kick it with me Get dat wack shit off B.E.T |
| Turn the channel |
| All black lamborgh |
| Wear them black flannel |
| Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel |
| Men I’m saying, I ain’t playing, I’m spraying |
| Any nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit |
| Mu’fucka dat’s for yayo and Buck |
| That’s for hot ride promotional truck |
| That’s for Kanye and beefing with Puff |
| Tell dat nigga dat’s behind you to duck |
| I’m a killer |
| Black wall gorilla |
| Anything clip filler |
| My deep capila |
| I’m realler |
| The hallow tip driller |
| The rap godzilla |
| The Lloyd banks killer |
| In a diablo under the tent |
| Nigga I’m about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent? |
| When Jay said it I ain’t know what it meant |
| Now I understand, it’s starting to make sense |
| Now the whole world know |
| Why I took the «I"out of G-Unit |
| And replaced it with a muthafuckin «O» |
| Remember when you told me «meet you on the top»? |
| Check the sound scan quess who’s on top, nigga |
| Fake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga |
| cause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga |
| Taking steroids show me wat you gat, nigga |
| You ain’t had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga |
| Last I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga |
| Nobody know cause they don’t see you on the blocks, nigga |
| Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga |
| Your whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga |
| Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas |
| On the subway chasing down shoplifters |
| All in the streets talking bout you shot niggas |
| Then you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures |
| I expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching |
| When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches |
| See wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is Check they adam’s apples nigga, they is nat bitches |
| You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn |
| Just bow down nigga, accept the Don |
| Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong |
| The transformer’s folding up like the septic can |
| Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure runs |
| See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don |
| Every rapper know from now I’ma set the tone |
| Niggas real hot body till their head is gone |
| Here come them demons cause they know you are gone |
| Some niggas just don’t get it till you wet they throne. |
| Niggas can’t fuck with me Hundred bars, nigga |
| I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga |
| That’s 7 hundred bars a week, nigga |
| On this fucking underground shit, nigga |
| I can’t be fucking stopped, period, nigga! |
| The Game, nigga… west coast Don |
| Black wall street, nigga |
| I’m ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas |
| I’m talking to all you niggas |
| I can’t be fadded, nigga |
| You niggas don’t want it with me, nigga |
| It’s just me muthafuckas, and I’m pissed off |
| Gat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tape |
| That ain’t me muthafuckas |
| This is me muthafuckas |
| Yeah! |