Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle Pt. 1, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 27.04.2008
Song language: English
Freestyle Pt. 1 |
| Aiyyo whassup Game |
| This the biggest boss in New York, Nas |
| Whattup my nigga I love what you doin out there man |
| New York got’chu, Queensbridge got’chu |
| Do the damn thing |
| We’ll probably do some shit that’ll scare the shit outta y’all |
| Nas y’all |
| Money Over Bitches, yeah |
| Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout |
| The studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out |
| Back to drop out, store the blockout |
| Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out |
| Grind 'til I clock out, tick tock out |
| Shake shakin them haters off, runnin a hot route |
| Get my Mike Williams on, homey do not doubt |
| #1 in Southern Cal', knowhatI’mtalkinbout? |
| Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros |
| But runnin the fo'-fo' open them do’s |
| Run and gun how I 'em them shows |
| When they see he can ball, let the cold flow open them hoes |
| I’m here, so go against my arrival is suicidal |
| Homicidal dynamic certifiedal my mob or die crew |
| You niggas been lied to, we the best that did it |
| Since Big was wit it and don’t forget it (M.O.B.) |
| («It's the real.») Money Over Bitches, the new edition |
| («This. is a DJ Ski exclusive») |
| («The real.») Money Over Bitches, and we the new edition |
| («Hip-Hop.») |
| Yeah, yeah, it’s the mob nigga, ha ha |
| Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggas trippin |
| Talkin shit 'bout niggas like they can’t come up missin |
| Ay look I’m here so you don’t get the story twisted |
| When I catch him slippin I’ma gun him down homey pay attention |
| You niggas fin' to pay a visit, with readmission |
| What’chu know about cemetaries and morticians? |
| Know dat, can’t run or escape like lo-jacks |
| With bullets that I aim cock spit and throw back |
| I’m Mr. Lemonhead on your block in a gold 'llac |
| Escaped from Death Row so stop askin where Suge at |
| You niggas need your minerals, vitamins, three chemicals |
| Lyrically invincible spittin repeated principles |
| I’m killin you, I ain’t feelin you meanin a war |
| Cause when we mob through the door, e’rybody on the floor |
| It’s the mob |