Game - 400 Bars (2010)

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Game - 400 Bars lyrics

this is part one:
Its been a long time,
get re acquainted with the world famous,
you know how on point my aim is,
long range snipers, clash of the titans,
chrome pipin?, in this 300 like leonidas
snob in the bubble goose?, ridin down the interstate,
When fiends put the needles in they arm and let ‘em penetrate,
Leanin sideways wit my fitted straight,
Them 27s on point the paint job a new york minute late,
(Check my audible? no clouds in my stones)
Projects ringin, standin by the corner store,
Two glocks on me bang bang if you want a war,
That was ’05, now we bought an honest tour,
Screamin out thug life, porn belt be on ya whore,
Money im involved wit it, wake up and ball wit it,
Coke weed its all wit it, uncut raw wit it,
Chop bricks, take trips OT,
before I had a goatee,
I used to bag the OZ,
(Yeah, Fresh Scale Nigga, wuddup Ghost),
Then stash em by the Oak Tree, move it by the coke leaf,
Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley,
Nigga don’t insult me, ill banana boat,
B-R-C-K-S’s, and stuff em in the Lexus,
im sittin fat like Precious, craze up on the necklace,
and I keep them clips on the dresser,
Yessuh, im bout to ball, Louie bag the fuckin mall,
Bitches, Money, and Fast Cars, nigga I want it all,
(Yeah, word to my kids nigga I want it all),
Nascar game, why the fuck would I stall,
Im the franchise nigga Chris Fuckin Paul,
Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch you the truck and all,
Withdraw 200 thousand, and then fuck it off,
King of the hill, got a dime bitch cutting raw,
She bagged the last nigga unzipped, she sucked it soft,
Black Superman yeah, Im above the law,
Ill put this hollow tip a quarter inch above ya jaw,
(Eat out a fuckin straw),
Blondfold ya bitch, toss her in the trunk,
After the first 48 that bitch smellin like a skunk,
It’s a rap I rap when I rap da punk,
Throw me in da game module and tell em wrap the bunks,
The breakfast club nigga, no captain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch,
Im hungry, like I aint trapped in months,
So nigga act and stunt, my glock pack a punch,
(Oh rockin heckla conch and seal ya pine box,)
Leave ya head wrapped for months,
While I pass the blunt,
To my niggas, we all rocked out,
Whats up jigga,
Sometimes I be in BK wit Fab on the freeway,
Lincoln Continental, and I copped it off of E-Bay,
I pop cham like its my b-day,
Under my hood like its a Olympic relay,
My flow right on time, no delay,
I raise a million dollars send it off to Chile,
(Word to my red cross I don’t fuck wit red cross),
im All Madden nigga EA,
im in VA, money talks wit Dre and Pharell on 3-way,
them 28’s, that’s my dj they spinnin shit,
when I took trips OT, I never rented shit,
I just dropped and copped, and then I tinted shit,
Diddy and Mike X, im all about the benjamins,
in it for the benefits, ill be down at 10 to 6,
tell em gimme a porterhouse, and some eggs benedict,
(damn that was good but im still hungry),
and im livin it,
ill be out in Venice shit,
they say Weezy Jordan nigga im on my Pippen shit,
they say Drake Lebron im on my Mo Williams shit,
if TIP is Kobe then fuck it, im Derek Fisher shit,
long as im in in the startin 5, imma get it in,
cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in,
I was Outkasted Andre Benjamin,
Now I slide through with my Dominican women friend,
(She like put no ceilins in, yeah),
Yoseppe hills? expensive wine, Pere Sill?
It aint trickin I just spend money on cheap thrills,
Big Phantoms, sweet wheels,
Backseat like a club make them bitches eat pills,
Take Patron shots, til the purse with chrome glocks,
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot,
So I had to steal it, nigga I had to kill em,
I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it,
(yeah, keep runnin nigga)
house is by the subway, feel it through the projects,
come through to merchant your lock on a foreign object,
number 1 prospect the day that I was drafted,
Aftermathmatic unleash the fuckin bastard,
Don’t respect none of you niggas get in the casket,
Talking wratches, never touched a fuckin automatic,
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic,
88 bars and run and throw em wit my other glasses,
(Drama shoulda warned these niggas, I’m bout to kill em)
yeah, trash bag it, this is crap,
and I know you been feenin for this, come get ya packs,
and I do it for the music nigga, fuck the plaques,
aint on no beef shit but its still , fuck the rats,
and when I’m in New York I set a bunch of traps,
put the cheese where they can see it and if ya stunt ya clap,
catch em in the club, that’s when I stumble flat,
nigga get up afta that, go get a fuckin bat,
(I tell you about these fuckin rats)
they either snitch or bend over to catch,
no matter how you look at it I hate fuckin rats,
get my bottle and some rock and I twist the cap,
sit back watch the NBA playoffs and roll a bat,
yeah, real fat yeah, all I do is stack bread,
in the hood, on the wall, like a fuckin fathead,
two 9’s on ya back, Warren Sapp yeah,
this my block, and you niggas cant track here,
(unless you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah)
im killin niggas I should have a hundred tat tears,
celebrate ya death, toast bottles and clap beers,
its gon be a cold summer, come through like BURR,
the red Phantom bullshit, the 25 steep curb,
the beat insane, just blazed in this mothafucker,
the cars outside the Ks in this mothafucker,
I should let off a couple strays in this mothafucker,
Fuck that, tryna get laid in this mothafucker,
(yo tell your friends, to get wit my friends)
yeah, meet me in the parkin lot, license plate, Aftermath,
Screamin out fuck 50 wouldn’t snitch for half his cash,
If he wasn’t such a bitch nobody woulda had to blast,
Still hes down in Jacksonville, don’t make me have to wrap ya jag,
Cause I’d rather be in Sandro Pe im packin bad,
Wit bitches that speak French, how you say catch a cab,
I don’t trick Euros, I don’t trick pounds,
I bowlin ball bitches til I knock em all down,
(like the ’93 pac, I get around)
duffles by the stair case, crack by the back door,
navigate my way through the south, I used to track ho,
all the way through Queens bridge, movin packs yo,
mighta lost a couple friends, but I got my gat though,
blast fo, my rap foes, could never stop my cash flow,
had a nike box of 100’s when I was in that rad fo,
but now I pull up in that truck, with the crash bar,
with the mad glow give you everything that you ask for,
(sometimes, I could be a fuckin asshole)
in the bank with my mask off, look at this nigga AR,
don’t take ya fuckin mask off bitch empty out the cash drawer,
we on a suicide mission, but we don’t give a fuck,
cause if we make it out, bigga house, bigga truck,
im in the strip club with a glock, nigga what,
gimme your bitch she got a cuter face and bigga butt,
I aint gon do shit but pour champagne on her,
Hit it from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her,
(don’t put that back on, too many cum stains on it)
runnin train on her, call Cartoon,
have him tattoo my name on her, Startrack 2,
you know what, fuck it, Aftermath 2,
put a little smoke around it,
then take it home and pound it,
helicopter outside, nigga I’m surrounded,
had a spot in the jungle til the fuckin Feds found it,
Mama ya son got a public announcement,
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches,
(don’t even think about it we got cameras, dogs, and guns)
ask Pepe he was there, he can vouch it,
he threw it in the trash can on some Oscar the Grouch shit,
a bunch of green popped out, time to re-route shit,
settle down in Mississippi, got a down south click,
and my niggas like we aint know all about this,
and any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed,
you get 25, he get his fuckin throat slit,
calm like Filet Mignon and throw him off the boat bitch,
(I feed him to the sharks then dock the yacht)
oil in the water damn the ocean so thick,
time to finish off these niggas on some trench coat shit,
it’s a drug war, real life Grand Theft,
catch you in the street, fuck you up and hit ya man next,
come through on some retarded shit, just brand text,
where my dogs at tell em im crazier than dmx,
lazier than Chinese eyes, when im puffin that,
blueberry I aint talking where the muffins at,
(roll up some sour diesel and some more nigga)
I split open a dutch, then im stuffin that,
You should get a flight to California come fuck with that,
That’s all you go ahead, hop in the truck with that,
Take it down to Cashville and hit Yung Buck with that,
Don’t bring nothing back border patrol cuffin that,
I aint tryna see the pen I’d have to get my knuckles wrapped,
I wake up real early, keep lunchin fags,
This shit easy you rap niggas my punchin bags,
(I got some combinations nigga Pacquiao shit)
talking bout you poppin Tags, talking bout you poppin Crys,
where you get it poppin at, nigga you aint poppin shit,
but an Ex pill, as I turn the Lex wheels,
I got a mean phantom very upset grill
Tell her why you mad son that nigga pulled a fast one
You know who you are, when I see you, thats ya ass son
But im in the club, throwin shots like my last gun
Its 2 oclock YERRR gotta make a cash run
(Yo go get the truck from around the corner tell whack I'll meet him outsite)
Into the 7Eleven, bout to blast one, this nigga AR will not keep his fucking mask on
Deal wit it when we get to the crib you niggaz is whylin wait till we get to the crib
To split this fuckin money up
Hit the block and dummy up
Shave the onion slice it down the middle, thats a tummy tuck
Thats how we do it in Compton, fuck the police, defend my hood like a NHL goalie,
Sometimes its cold on these mothafuckin streets nigga
Iced out roly, and I still remember everything that Dre told me, red polo fleece, sippen on that OE
Never been in jail,cuz i never had a CO-D? do it juss like the OGs
Cut the impala in half, insert the gold D's
And bounce this mothafucka till it got a slow leak
Flat bed pick it up, and you know me
Im goin with the car, all night, no sleep.
(Gotta get this mothafucka back on the strip)
Next day we in the red phantom, 4 deep
Kids runnin up to the car block off the whole street
Its the ice cream man, like the old pete
Cali like the Lions old line, its where da hoes be
BC runnin shit like a nosebleed
Dont get it confused the screw like codine
More swag then you niggaz from the show meet
Thats ya bitch? Im bout to mack her like GOLDY
(Shit, together we can rule the world baby)
Blacked out cardiares, 4 seasons caviar, spray a lil diddy on it, that'll get they panties off
Niggaz see me in the lobby lookin like danny soft
Catch me outside where I can let this fuckin cannon off
Su to the Wu, bet I'll let this cannon off, everything in the clip right where you standing dog
Ride off in the Mazi, like can I ball?
For the Bucks Im tryna get it like Brandon dog
(Young Money Clearly NBA rookie of the year)
Im still standin tall, wish the Twin Towers was, take innocent lives, thats the type a shit a coward does
Im juss reminisin smokin on that sour blood, take a couple more hits and pass that shit around the bus
You cant tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs, a hundred rounds and 10 drums thats a thousand slugs
One day I flipped the kitchen table found a bug, kept lookin found another one right around the subs
(AYO FEDs can you hear me?, God Damn)
I was takin a shit, then I seen one by the tub, feedin my fish its a wire right by the rug, dumb mothafuckas its not where they buyin drugs, thats solami in the kitchen that we fryin up