The Game Old Gunz lyrics

Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about

Fresh off the tour bus homie I'm back
I was stompin' in Compton loadin' my strap
And niggas seem a lil' pissed 'cause now I'm in the city
Wit huge cannery yellow diamonds on my gold wrist
Only took this one verse and game was convinced
I got the stray jacket flow I'm insane when I spit

And how y'all talkin' dat young gun shit y'all young
But y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm tha games young gun and I'm one pit and ill bit
Both of y'all fuck that young gun shit 'cause Chris is a snitch
Even they know that wanna stand point, now look where spado at

Stuck behind prison bars dealin' wit them prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in tha prison yard
Yea and this is real nigga shit, real niggas
Rather send you a shell then send you to jail

Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see Beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about

Yea, a real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga dats cis so how you feelin' hard?
I went from runnin' tha underground to tha black wall
So I'm still in charge you wanna halla at game

Now Cis involved, y'all ain't sick at all
Plus y'all niggas been slippin' off, Chris stole J Hov style
Get off his dick and balls, y'all rappers that rap
That's why I'm mad, I cant stick wit y'all

I got lil' Neef complain to Chris like what we gone do
We wit the game and he sick yea I keep the thang on my hip
And I aim to draw blood like a blood when he bang at a Crip
You should neva bite the hand that feeds you


Suckin' so much Hova dick, y'all done turned ya back on Segal
And none of y'all clap that chrome, so I wouldn't be surprised
You get smacked up when mac come home and this cat not shook
That's why I'm tha most talked about Philly since mac got booked

Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about

Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call they self the young gunz
Dame, dash left now Beenz don't fuck wit 'em
Free sign to J, now R O C got stuck wit 'em

Damn, now Def Jam can't even make a buck wit 'em
'Cause they ain't got one of them Tearia Marie cuts in 'em
When I blaze it a feel like a truck hit 'em
Leave 'em a swisha in Philly wit no guts in 'em

A 100 pounds slug slice right through 'em hit the corna
Bullets curve like tha logo on tha pumas
Hollows in one ear and out tha otha like a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to do it sooner

And I'ma drive by [Incomprehensible]
Put tha hammer in Neef mouth while he chewin' his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you's a fool
You gon' make me make J lose his cool

Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about

First bruddens, Den bleek, Den the whole G-unit
That's the staff record label and the fuckin' group
Now you lil' faggets, I sold mo' records for y'all
Then y'all did y'all mothafuckin' selves
The new prince of Philly, RockStar, Philly State