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[Intro] This, is, the-the sound of revenge {*repeat 2X*} You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk) [Verse 1] I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree I bet I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good! [Chorus] Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) [Verse 2] This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse [Chorus] [Verse 3] You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) _Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code [Chorus] Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: chamillionaire in the trunk sound of revenge seehearsthathing Added: July 21, 2008

(feat. Eban Thomas of The Stylistics & The Last Poets) From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch Right on We superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louie too Suits and ties Player trophies Pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs Aunt Jemima hos Historic horse shit Girls from long time ago Stagecoach with the horse, kid Witch doctors Good old pickpockets Sip moonshine So-called coons, shines and darkies I love ya'll Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields Forgotten men who didn't get killed Christmas addicts The first blast and peace to the rich lady Purse snatcher shot in the back I know your hunger, kid I know they hung your dad Burnt your mama crib I know that hurt you bad Mystery shows From gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home Matter fact, we are home Bad attitudes Octaroon skin tones Slave food turned to soul food Collards and neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass As James Baldwin says You can only be destroyed by believing That you really are what the white world considers A nigger No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now Can't be stopped Yo on Dateline The other night they showed hate crimes Gave a Blood time Cause he fought with his canine Bestiality Humane Society Go to China, see how they dine See what they eat Better yet ask PETA whoever Which animal makes suede If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages? Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians Still you like your steak tartar Pinot noir David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers Now we getting our papers And try to censor the words To stop our money coming But you can't escape us Haters Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: nas you cant stop us now untitled seehearsthathing Added: July 20, 2008

(feat. Jamie Foxx) [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. [The Game] She like black Bentley coupes, Black daytons, Black interior, Black ridin' shotgun, Black 4.5, Black Air Ones, Bangin' the Black Album, Track number 1, She like that Jay shit, That's her favorite, If it's gonna get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit, If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit, But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit, Marques Houston I don't play that shit, By the time we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then there's part two in the sauna, Feel like I'm fuckin' Mary J. cuz she don't want no drama, I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas and give you 30,000 and month like Diddy baby mama [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] [The Game] Picture me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me fuckin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world, That nigga can't do it like this, Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this, She only fuck with soldiers, That's her shit, I hate to admit it but I love my bitch so much, I'm sittin' outside in the benz, Thinking back to Dre's house when I fucked her best friend, The pussy wasn't nothing, Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage, She told me she was tired of The Game and rap, Quit like Mase then she came right back, I told you the bitch sex was whack, And you're all I need, Even Jamie know that [Chorus: Jamie Fox] [The Game] You know what they say, More money, More problems, More drama, Means more marijuana and less baby mama, You know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She got a Range Rover sport, You got a Bentley coupe, She take my clothes to the cleaners, You take Harlem to school, I gave her your birthday bag so I made a mistake, And Oprah don't fuck with that no more anyway, I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through, But I ain't going nowhere, I got a kid with you, Why we always got to argue about Super Head's book, She suck my dick with a condom on after that I shook, And when she start talkin' about buying a ring, I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] (Thanks to JFizzle for these lyrics) Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: the game around world doctors advocate lax seehearsthathing l.a.x Added: July 1, 2008

Chorus: I only fuck with you, on two occasions, When I'm drunk and I'm high, I would be broke, if I could be with you, That is why it's for one night, (what? What what what what?) Verse 1: I'm a motherfuckin' gangbanging nightmare, Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a red pair of Converse, Back to the hood, My own *****z acting like I turned my back on the hood, I use my rap money to put crack in the hood, Even brought the ***** Dr. Dre back to the hood, I show *****z the Bentley then let you drive it, Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage, When we was fighting with crips it weren't 'bout no dollars, It was about selling dope to put our kids through college, I'm sitting on the block reminiscing for hours, Wiping my tears 'cus now half of my *****z is cowards, And now it's still fucking with *****z after I got shot, And didn't get one hospital visit, My homie Snoop told me there'd be days like this, It hurt my heart to say this shit, Chorus: I only fuck with you, on two occasions, When I'm drunk and I'm high, I would be broke, if I could be with you, That is why it's for one night, (what? What what what what?) Verse 2: Red bandana in my back pocket I'm for real, This ain't pastel colour cacky suit and I ain't for real, I don't run about shit I pull my gun about shit, And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this, I thought you loved me *****, talk is cheap, Remember the bullet holes in my son's car seat? My baby momma found 4 shells I din't get one "Keep your head up" All I got was "Keep it real" keep it real my *****z? Last year alone I spent $1.5 mil on my *****z, After the bullshit, I stayed right there, Took you to award shows, "There go Jay right there", "Where?" "Right there!" I had all you *****z in suits, Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs, I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear, The last 12 months been a fucking nightmare. Chorus: I only fuck with you, on two occasions, When I'm drunk and I'm high, I would be broke, if I could be with you, That is why it's for one night, (what? What what what what?) Verse 3: This shit worse than arguing with my bitch, I gone been through more up and downs than an Impala switch, Get you hand out my pocket *****, go fish, I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit, ***** you tell me what you want me to do, Drop my son off at home and come bang witchu? Oh now it's "Fuck Game" nah ***** fuck you! I put that on my life, matter a fact that's on Paru, And reality is I get dot to end up in a cemetery, right beside you, We can both rot, angels lying over my head, but the devil's inside yo' box, You wanted my shine then I gave you ice, Gave you a second chance then you played me twice, Couldn't be a real homeboy to save you life, I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice. Chorus: I only fuck with you, on two occasions, When I'm drunk and I'm high, I would be broke, if I could be with you, That is why it's for one night, (what? what what what what?) Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: the game one night doctors advocate lax seehearsthathing l.a.x Added: July 1, 2008

(feat. Kanye West) [Sample:] For you baby, I'd find you 4x [Verse 1: The Game + sample repeats: "Wouldn't get far, far, far, far" and "For you baby, I'd find you"] I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and Pac Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brains, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock Picture that, like Megan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said "It's a wrap", she still on the set Puttin' oil on her legs, like she Gloria Velez She was eye candy in the Double XL Hopped of the page and on the skateboard with Pharrell I knew she (wouldn't get far) 'Cause five hundred dollars can't get you that (far) How you get that (far)? And all these new video bitches tryna be Melyssa Ford But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind close doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards Haha [Hook: The Game + sample, {Kanye West}] (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, Put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far) If you kept your legs closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) [x2] For you {for you}, and you (uh) For all y'all [Verse 2: Kanye West + sample repeats: "Wouldn't get far, far, far, far" and "For you baby, I'd find you"] Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers Not to brag, but, if it add up, one two Nigga that's mad nuts, Game you mad nuts How you gonna call out all these Bitches knowin' damn well they gonna call me The only dream of the ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from a team Head so good he don't ask for a pre...nup Now ask your self this question, uh Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO Would you be with F-A-B-O, if he drove an EO Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me for? But since they all fall in my palm, I'll take a trio [Hook: The Game + sample] (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, Put your hands up baby (You wouldn't get far) If you kept your mouth closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) [x2] For you, and you For all y'all [Verse 3: The Game + sample repeats: "Wouldn't get far, far, far, far" and "For you baby, I'd find you"] I done have my share of bitches with long hair Short 'do like Kelis, a Halle, and boomerang, yea I been around the block in a Bentley, drop top On Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin' with Scott I got the scoop on Hoopz, whatever the case She let you spray in her face, as long as you Bathin' Apes And ain't nobody tryna take Beyonce from Jay But I know a bitch named Super Head, fucked back in the day The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face Stab Un in the stomach She musta had a pussy like Wonder Woman On that superhero shit, fly as Gabrielle Union In the back of my six, fo' Impala Forget the double D's, I put 'em right in your face Like that model bitch De Cara(?) And she ain't win the show, but she ridin in that Gelatta(?) That's why I fuck 'em today then forget 'em tomorrow [Hook: The Game + sample] (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, Put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far) If you kept your legs closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know (You wouldn't get far, far, far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) [x2] For you, and you For all y'all [Outro: The Game talking] God damn, you know what I'm sayin'? I was sittin' back and watchin' Kanye video And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhyme's video Then I flipped the motherfuckin' channel, checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg's video And I see the same bitch that was in MY video You know what I'm sayin'? And then, you know what I'm sayin', to make that even more fucked up I'm watchin' Oprah coverin' Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin' away on the hood of a Camry, that was in the nigga Lil' Weezy video I mean, damn! Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real... yea Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: the game wouldnt get far doctors advocate lax seehearsthathing l.a.x Added: July 1, 2008

[The Game:] As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just +Let Me Ride+ You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker Throw it up for the king of L.A. I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer Cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the +Public Enemy+ Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the +Remedy+ [Chorus:] [Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell" I got the remedy [Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell" Aftermath got the remedy [Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell" Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) 'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked [The Game:] I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked (Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row Get ready for the Aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped +Cop Killer+ Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a one-eight-seven Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go... blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands [Chorus] [The Game:] I'm back by popular demand and so All black interior on the cherry red six-fo' Niggaz endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West Coast still dippin Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three wheelin through the neighborhood System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass The key to drivebys is aim steady Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti When you cross that enemy line Close your eyes, (Parental Discretion Iz Advised) Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: the game remedy doctors advocate lax seehearsthathing l.a.x Added: July 1, 2008

(feat. Nate Dogg) [Intro - Dr Dre and (Game)] Ah man.. Ey game.. dont tell me you love her (i mean i like the bitch i dont love her) Next thing you know you gun be all boogo upped with her and shit (fuck that) [chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [verse 1 - The Game] L.A.X. to J.F.K. thats where it all happened Caught you walkin out that gucci store in manhattan I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl You had dreams of startdiling, The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem First date at mr choas it was coushier? i would coach ya La pearl, guccie, lou, finde, prada, douche Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas Meclarin or rover, fuck it ma lets tear up the highway Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house Jeans painted with the waist cut out You rockin the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with (bed sty way)"? And girl im not trying to excite you, Im tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you Ya [chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [verse 2 - The Game] I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin them hips when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin them thighs The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me, im down for you You go down on me, ill go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man wont do Im from the hood, so i know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move Ill take you to new york city, atlanta too Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers thru And you know... [chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special [verse 3 - The Game] Let me tell you bout the birds and bees How i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend dont like me, cause he dont get a fourth of my cheese And you can take back the porsche and his keys Hop in the range rover, you aint gotta force him to leave I gotta chrome four four on my jeans You got gucci frame covering the mark on your face Cause he dont want you to leave and i dont want you to stay Sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK I know he treating you like k-ci did mary j I wanna ease ya pain, kick off your lou sandles Let me wipe your tears with my g-unit bandana Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin em Its "me and my girlfriend" like tupac and them Jay-z and beyonce or bobby and whitney We the oh 5 bonnie and clyde, you feel me [chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg] Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special Author: SeeHearsThaThing Keywords: the game special story documentary lax seehearsthathing l.a.x doctors advocate Added: June 29, 2008