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the game – black wall street lyrics

i made you!
yes i made you!
mr. potatohead i made you!
i made you!
i made you!
i made you!
mr. potatohead i made you!

theres no batteries in my back
i show you n-gg-s how i move (move echo)
50 ain’t gangsta
lloyd banks ain’t gangsta
yayo ain’t gangsta
young buck, you know you ain’t gangsta

you at what you n-gg-s made
ain’t that a b-tch
created a monster
kicked me outta g-unit
put me in converse
matter of fact give me a d-ck
just like olivia so you can suck my sh-t
gimme a pen
so i can be the hardest in the click
wind me up n-gg- then gimme some lips
so i can talk about ya f-ggot
n-gg-s aint no thugs
while im at it tell young buck gimme some white gloves
so i can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
i need a get away car you can put it on dubs
make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
and a banks alb-m cuz thats where i got my buds
gimme muscles like 50
gimme yayo hands
gimme a collection plate for ma$e fans
gimme some gl-sses so i can watch mason dance
who movin? you singing?
n-gg- gimme ya fans
gimme a tattoo tear
gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

i made you
i made you
i made you
i made you
mr. potato head
i made you
yes, i made you
mr. potato head i made you!
i made you
i made you!
mr. potato head i made you! (you echo)

theres no batteries in my back
i show you n-gg-s how i move.

yayo: and i’d like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, ‘n’ you kn.. a put together gangsta!

rolling through connecticut
in a stolen mini-van
stop at his house
i dont see many men
matter of fact i dont see any men
one plain clothed cop call him lieutenant dan
officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
same sh-t same snitch
you know how it goes
i smell a rat even if you take off my nose
and i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
lloyd told n.y.p.d. who got 50 shanked
next time when the lights go out
i’m pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
don’t gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

i made you
i made you
i made you
i made you
i made you
mr potato head i made you!
yes i made you
mr potato head i made you!
i made you!
i made you!
mr potato head i made you!

theres no batteries in my back
i show you n-gg-s how i move (move echo)
50 aint gangsta
lloyd banks aint gangsta
yayo aint gangsta
young buck you know you aint gangsta

(phat rat talks)
g-g-g-g-g…. not!
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s
check this out man
i’m not gonna be playing these mother f-cking games
mr. potato head now you wanna be a comedian n-gg-
this sh-t is r-e-a-l n-gg-!
real n-gg-
black wall street
wait wait
like i told you last time
it’s the black wall street you b-tch -ss n-gg-
and oliv… excuse me oliver!
you punk mother f-cker
i’m still taking heat from my n-gg-s
for looking at your mother f-ckin’ -ss n-gg-
you somebodys son
you b-tch -ss n-gg-
i’ma catch up to your -ss n-gg-
muscle mouth -ss b-tch
thats alright though n-gg-

g-u-not n-gg-

this is black wall street n-gg-
tell me where you at
thats all we need to know n-gg-
cus this is real n-gg-
this is the streets n-gg-
brazil & wilmington n-gg-
in case you didn’t know n-gg-
thats right in the heart of compton
you b-tch -ss n-gg-
and olivia
get that mother f-cking lil’ -ss red
mother f-cking shorts off your mother f-cking -ss on that video
everybody can you see your b-lls b-tch
‘ the f-ck is wrong with you
my n-gg-s know i tried to holla at your b-tch -ss n-gg-
ima f-ck you up n-gg-
it’s your fault
50 snitch
this is phat rat n-gg-
in case you forgot n-gg-
double!

mr. potatohead i made you!
i kill who is my enemy
i don’t give a f-ck
if you talk sh-t
i make you a follower yeah
you crack me up kid
your stupid
i’m much more agile then ever
got more style so yo whatever
whatever
whatever (echoes)

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