Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Turn, artist - The Game. Album song Face of L.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.06.2011
Record label: FUTURISTIC SWAGG ENT
Song language: English
My Turn |
| Get used to it man |
| Can’t get rid of me bitch |
| You niggas had a chance and this shit is over |
| It’s my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn |
| Don’t get mad at me 'cause i kept it rollin' |
| It’s my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn |
| 24 loren hearts on that '06 rover |
| It’s my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn |
| Let the sunroof back and i keep on coastin' |
| It’s my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn |
| I can hear niggas talkin', whisperin' in the dark |
| They’re like dogs with no bark when I pull over and park |
| And them guns start to spark and them bullets find they mark |
| Niggas outlined chalk, and I speak from the heart |
| When I say that I kill you it’s simple and plain |
| Don’t say shit about Dre, and don’t mention The Game |
| This industry is fake, and I can’t understand how a grown-ass man |
| Sent a bitch to the pen, had a snitch on the stand |
| He a bitch like his man, eat a dick for a grand |
| Eminem call his stand, I’ma say it again |
| If i had one more chance, i will break all his ribs |
| with my bare fucking hands |
| I’m a gangsta on fire, now ain’t you a liar, you ain’t got no pride |
| Is a snitch and a liar |
| Your fan base know that your gangsta is dying |
| And i won’t stop 'till that wanksta retire (I'm going) |
| These rap niggas hate, and they smile in my face |
| You rabbit niggas mad 'cause the turtle won the race |
| And the radio debate, what the fuck they gon play |
| All the hot shit is my shit, they take what i say |
| Play scrabble with my words, bring it on the front page |
| And they gon find a picture of 50 and Game |
| Say it’s East vs. West, New York and L.A. |
| Since i don’t botton up, now i’m beefin' with Jay |
| Apologize in seconds, you niggas is reckless |
| You’re not gonna pay me to beef with a legend |
| My pride, i protect it, these streets, i respect it |
| I’m not tryna replace Pac so accept |
| After 5 million records, the Dr. Dre lectures |
| And 3 world tours, West Coast reserrected |
| Won 4 of the group 'till my help was rejected |
| And I felt abandoned so i threw away my necklace! |
| After 20 magazines, and a couple awards |
| I can close my first chapter, put my plaques on the walls |
| To the top of the billboard, who ever knew |
| I would sell more than Destiny’s Child and U2 |
| Or do a song with Busta, go neck to neck with Usher |
| Went gold in a week, i’m a bad mothafucka |
| This gangsta disciple and this vice lord shit |
| Brown Pride, Latin King, this Blood, this is Crip |
| Hit the Impala switch, and i keep a full clip |
| For any nigga sayin' that i fucked his bitch |
| Or changed 'cause i’m rich, sayin' Game used to strip |
| Niggas wasn’t sayin' shit, 'till i came with a hit |
| Now they wanna see me dead, blood stains in his whip |
| Take a father from his son, put my name on cement |
| And after i’m gone, they gon sample my songs |
| You can burry my bones, but my music lives on! |
| Ay yo man i don’t really give a fuck about this shit 'yall really doin' man |
| Shit ain’t makin' no noise, know what i’m sayin', that shit is bullshit man |
| Why 'yall niggas tryna fuckin' kill my mothafuckin career man |
| Shit, ain’t gon happen nigga |
| Not as long as my fuckin' bimley got 22 loren hearts on it nigga |
| Shit, i be damned nigga, under the black tent like «what!?» |
| I’m rich Game bitch |