The Game — Shade 45 Freestyle

[Intro:] Compton’s most Countdown to Armageddon motherfucker Yeah, Green Lantern, Alchemist, Chuck Taylor, Compton’s Most Alchemist, Green Lantern, Compton’s most Alchemist, Compton’s most [Verse: Game] Fresh Air One’s, one fifth of G-Unit in this motherfucker Yeah, chronic smoke in my lungs, Compton, here I come Don’t pass it, it’s a classic when Alchemist drums I’m out for dead presidents, a new residence City of Angels, the flow, God, is heaven sent Straight out the hood, I’m the nigga to chase And it been that way since the beef with Jigga and Ma$e Gangstas move in silence, bark like Rocweilers These niggas ain’t bad boys they are simply Dylan Talkin’ ‘bout them wildin’, run with MC violence Pussy ass niggas, them snitchin’ at the trial and Get a nigga 25 to life on Rikers Island Smilin’, ‘til I run in his house and start firin’ Dead on a nigga, who pour blood in the river Me not use for swimming, just to wash my Benji’s Uh, Teflon Don, ain’t far from Jamaica Just one of the greatest at this trade round makin’ Homie I spit fire, yeah cruise by Satan In a ‘05 Aston Martin on gold Daytons They say I ain’t hard as 50, I ain’t gon’ sell If I don’t move a million units, I’mma end up in jail Get real close to the speakers, I got a story to tell I went from the front porch to the cover of XXL I took one in the heart, I’m ready to die And all this Hennesy’ll make a nigga crash the G5 Catch me at a stop sign, nigga I ain’t drunk I’m gangsta, I pop mine, leave you eyein’ the pump Tie your faggot ass up, let you die in the trunk I’m from west-side Compton nigga I ain’t a punk Streets is talkin’. Is he from Compton? Is he from Queens? Do he ghost for P. Diddy? Can he write me a 16? My mom’s told me 50 got problems out there But I’m a son of a bitch, why the fuck should I care? And anyhow, I got problems of my own Like which D. Eagle to carry homie, gold or chrome? Fuck it, stuff ‘em both in my dickies Then game like Sebastian Telfare Niggas can’t stick me Lemme hear you speak me, Banks, Buck or 50 I’mma run up on you, take your bank And give you a buck fifty [Outro:] You know what it is motherfucker Nobody killin’ the mixtapes like the kid Fuck you nigga, you know who I’m talking to Yeah, you don’t like me huh? I got my swag I’ll fasten yo’ ass up Don’t make me stand over you nigga You know I will