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bigger than me - game lyrics

these n-gg-s ain’t bigger than me
these n-gg-s ain’t nas, ain’t jigga to me
these n-gg-s ain’t em, they ain’t 50 to me
you ain’t pun, you ain’t pac, you ain’t biggie to me
these n-gg-s ain’t crips, they ain’t 60’s to me
these n-gg-s ain’t bloods, they ain’t dripping with me
n-gg-s talking that sh-t ’bout the new generation, man
f-ck these n-gg-s, i’ll slash your f-cking faces

you n-gg-s ain’t sold sh-t, not an alb-m or a rock
p-ssy n-gg- putting rings on my old b-tch
d-ck down the throat -ss n-gg-s, old ho’ -ss n-gg-s
happy cause you went gold -ss n-gg-s
these n-gg-s ain’t spitting with me, you ain’t sicker than me
f-ck out my section you ain’t sitting with me
this for very important people, it’s clear that we not equal
clear you n-gg-s f-ggots, i’m the black marshall mathers
like “ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
who needs hulk hogan when you got sting on this motherf-cker?
less than five alb-ms, kiss the ring on this motherf-cker
california throne and i’m the king on this motherf-cker
i don’t wanna hear it �?? weak -ss lyrics
crying on the hook, thinking we gon’ feel it
old lost -ss n-gg-s, voice crack when you talk -ss n-gg-s
rolling blunts for the boss -ss n-gg-s
i came in with ‘ye, jeezy and boss -ss n-gg-s
your freshman cover a whole bunch of soft -ss n-gg-s
tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
mute bet cyphers, cause i don’t wanna hear that sh-t
may you rest in p-ss, you f-ck n-gg-s, eh
frank ocean go ahead and f-ck these n-gg-s
(yeah, they f-ck n-gg-s) ain’t no 3 stacks in your cl-ss
take your top 10 spot and shove it up your -ss, b-tch boy

n-gg-s already f-cked your b-tch, you b-tch boy
and every time you kiss your b-tch you suck my d-ck, you b-tch boy
and when you buy that ho a bag that b-tch carry my bricks, you b-tch boy

i was in the xxl, red chucks ’round my neck
i was the g in the unit, had buck round my set
word to the rhymes [?] had busta bust round my set
gave whoo kid a glock in case they bust round my set
i’m from compton where that glock can’t f-ck with that tec
that’s some bompton, 40 glocc got socked in his neck
this a sp-wn in the flesh, you a p-wn hit reset
five in the chest, i’m makaveli the don in the vest
don’t say “what’s up” when you see me, you a p-ssy n-gg-
stranget, fake -ss kanye, fake -ss weezy
fake -ss jewelry, how i know? i’m at the p-wn shop
n-gg- better rob jack and flav for his alarm clock
speaking of time, how much more ’til the game drop
so you can suck my d-ck and complex can count my name drops
i been the underdog, i’m cool in the dog house
f-ck all these p-ssys, give me any name to call out
left aftermath, dre told me ball out
stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
landed in miami, met some b-tches ate ’em all out
black marshall mathers, time to show ’em what it’s all ’bout
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker

frank ocean go ahead and f-ck these f-ck n-gg-s
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
“ying, ying, ying” on a motherf-cker
drop your single, i drop dreams on that motherf-cker
i should let my daughter scream on this motherf-cker
the industry soft, i should let miguel sing on this motherf-cker
ride out
blood money, we gon’ ride out
ride out
and don’t think i won’t send six n-gg-s to your hide out
rich gang

- game lyrics

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