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I think that "The Game" is one of the best rap singers.
The game-dreams:
Lyrics:
I woke up out dat coma, 200 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 200 and 1
Three years the album is done
Aftermath presents: ***** Witta Attitude Volume 1
Rap critics politicin
Wanna know the outcome!
Ready to die,Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac,after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me
I watched the death of a dynasty!
So i told VIBE MAGAZINE
Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"
I had visions of makin a classic
Then my wall turned black,like i was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses
Its kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West
Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin
But,we da future
Whitney Houston told me that ,it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When i saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangsters,loved nasty things
So im the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything gets possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica
Heard of lifes obstacles,found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like,Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype
Till i was crushed my Dave Mase,almost let my pen fall asleep on a page
Daydreamin yesterday
Those on offback stage
I tought i saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master Jay
So i walked over heard Jam Master say
Its a hardknock life,then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
The Dream of Huey Newton, thats what im livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what im givin you!
Who walk through the Whithouse without a business suit?
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo Kid then i started blazin Clue
It was all a Dream like BIG sait it be
Dont sleep on me homie i BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITY
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?
How do i say this,im livin for my son but i can't figure,why im at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend had just begun'
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
The game-love it or hate it ft. 50 cent:
Lyrics:
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
[Chorus X2]
Andddd The game - my life ft lil wayne:
Lyrics:
Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit
What you was gon' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga?
{*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don't shoot)
{*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga
And I'm grindin until I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin until you tired
So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find
A way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin why you haven't taken my life (my life, my life)
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right)
My life (my life, my life)
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I'm from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life)
Cause that's Jesus people, and Game, he's the equal
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Chorus]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin? I earned 'em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned 'em
So it ain't no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now
Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town
Got a Cris', call my estate, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[Chorus]
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the Chronic album, play it backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
{Compton, Compton} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life)
Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood
It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggaz like me, that make the hood
Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life)
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm +Paid in Full+, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'll still keep this motherfucker cocked back
[Chorus]
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
Of course these are just a few of my favorite songs of his.
Read the lyrics carefully.What'cha think?
The game-dreams:
Lyrics:
I woke up out dat coma, 200 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 200 and 1
Three years the album is done
Aftermath presents: ***** Witta Attitude Volume 1
Rap critics politicin
Wanna know the outcome!
Ready to die,Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac,after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me
I watched the death of a dynasty!
So i told VIBE MAGAZINE
Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"
I had visions of makin a classic
Then my wall turned black,like i was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses
Its kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West
Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin
But,we da future
Whitney Houston told me that ,it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When i saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangsters,loved nasty things
So im the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything gets possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica
Heard of lifes obstacles,found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like,Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype
Till i was crushed my Dave Mase,almost let my pen fall asleep on a page
Daydreamin yesterday
Those on offback stage
I tought i saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master Jay
So i walked over heard Jam Master say
Its a hardknock life,then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
The Dream of Huey Newton, thats what im livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what im givin you!
Who walk through the Whithouse without a business suit?
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo Kid then i started blazin Clue
It was all a Dream like BIG sait it be
Dont sleep on me homie i BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITY
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?
How do i say this,im livin for my son but i can't figure,why im at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend had just begun'
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"
[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]
The game-love it or hate it ft. 50 cent:
Lyrics:
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
[Chorus X2]
Andddd The game - my life ft lil wayne:
Lyrics:
Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit
What you was gon' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga?
{*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don't shoot)
{*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga
And I'm grindin until I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin until you tired
So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find
A way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin why you haven't taken my life (my life, my life)
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right)
My life (my life, my life)
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I'm from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life)
Cause that's Jesus people, and Game, he's the equal
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Chorus]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin? I earned 'em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned 'em
So it ain't no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now
Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town
Got a Cris', call my estate, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[Chorus]
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the Chronic album, play it backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
{Compton, Compton} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life)
Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood
It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggaz like me, that make the hood
Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life)
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm +Paid in Full+, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'll still keep this motherfucker cocked back
[Chorus]
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
Of course these are just a few of my favorite songs of his.
Read the lyrics carefully.What'cha think?
Last edited by Alexandra <3 on Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:03 am, edited 2 times in total.
