the game
red bandana
Not! [echoing] Blackwall street The game Beach boy Charli baltimore (he wears a red bandana) Rockstar We are the black gang Free shye Mother fuckers! (he wears a red bandana) [chorus:] On the front of murder dog (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world know (he wears a) Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) All the pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [verse 1:] Chea chea Dear god let me clense my soul Throw away all the rims and the gold O no i cant do that Do i love god? true dat But i got a gun so move back Im loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle ridin on low pros Im a renegade ride with the 44 Been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo I aint never been a cocky kid Know they could kill me if they shot pac and big But i let my bandana hang In the city of angels we gangbang I move that chronic and yayo Way before i met 50, banks, buck and yayo Ask eminem, even dr dre know I put one in last ten in the range rov Used to push that rock like jay hov You better lay low when the ak blow Or get wings and a halo Run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low [chorus:] On the front of murder dog (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world knows (he wears a) Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) All the pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [verse 2:] Chea chea Im a gangbanger don't get it fucked up You aint never bang, you aint never laces chucks up So how the fuck you gon criticize me I aint the reason niggas is bangin the nyc Makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c. I don't wake up in cold sweats when i sleep I live comfortably With a red rag tied around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me Mad cause i started my own company I don't know what the fuck niggas want from me Except something for free Before the documentary dropped, you bitch niggas wasn't bumpin me And to some degree I gotta keep that 4-5th under me I don't run from beef It's either cock back, squeeze, or be underneath Cause im from the streets of (compton) And my grandmother died before i was multi Wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train Mama told me i was the future, and one day i'll be fly like soul plane Just don't bang But back then, i'd do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold chain Niggas always got something to say Like they aint never bumped n.w.a. Punk niggas talk shit, but when they need hits they swallow their fucking pride and come runnin to dre Niggas come to la when they need to talk Cause kanye told everybody jesus walks Bush killed more niggas in the towers then gangbanging ever did, that's why they need new york [chorus:] On the front of murder dog (he wears a) On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) The whole world knows (he wears a) Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) Why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) All the pirus know (he wears a) Even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [outro:] Yeah mother fuckers Chuck taylor O you thought i forgot about that alias huh Im going back to my roots G-unit is dead As a staff, a record label, and a mother fuckin group Your clothes cant sell Your shoes are straight garbage Your movies suck! Chicken little killed you nigga Hahahaha [echos] How you like it nigga I took yo style I aint doin no third verse Imma just talk to you nigga Like you do when you get mad at me cause you cant fuck with me lyrically mother fucker!!! You gon do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks You like the rap linsey lohan you fuckin faggot Write 8 balls about me nigga I do this shit all day 50! Curtis jackson Boo boo Marcus-snitch Black wall street c e o mother fuckas! Hurricanes in stores december 26th Stop snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th It's a tell all nigga Wait till my movie come out Im glad it aint based on my life With that knock off 8 mile shit You could never be eminem mother fucker You aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g or pac And in the modern day-today, tomorrow, next week You cant fuck with the game nigga! Out