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the game - pest control lyrics

[clip from belly]

[verse 1]
all rats gotta die though
in new york, quad studios, gettin’ high tho
off that sour diesel and that hydro
this n-gg- take an l every time he go viral
welcome to the west, and this ain’t the life of pablo
stay on that bullsh-t it’s gon’ start to feel like chicago
keep it one hunnid, you nicki minaj sideshow
still chasin’ dreams, i made “dreams” in ’05 though
ridin’ ’round, 10 cam newtons in the tahoe
and when we touch down everybody catchin’ spirals
dressed in all black like the panthers
we seen your sway freestyle, omelly ain’t the answer
[interlude: kanye west + game]
you ain’t got the answers, man! you ain’t got the answers! (kanye…) you ain’t got the answers! you ain’t got the answers, sway! i’ve been doin’ this more than you! n-gg-s ain’t got the answers for me, you shoulda went and got a.i., left beans in rehab

[verse 2]
yeah, take beans back to rehab
on instagram lookin’ like a mothaf-ckin’ bean bag
flyin’ through philly on them wocky sticks
punk–ss n-gg-, i’ll beat you with a hockey stick
the n-gg- hov gave you the game, you ain’t soak it
you was s’posed to throw up the roc, not smoke it
talkin’ you gon’ be in l.a. in three hours
it’s a 5 hour flight, put this b-m in the shower
p-ssy, i’m not a rookie, akhi, don’t push me
strapped, ninja turtles, n-gg-‘s runnin’ with a rat
now tak tell ’em how you coppin’ pleas on the jack
f-ck runnin’ in the game, you gon’ be runnin’ into wack
you jumped quentin miller and now you don’t scr-p
it was time to go at drizzy and now you don’t rap
ask your b-tch, she know i beez in the trap
you gotta move out of l.a., i’ll put them bs on your back
and barbie keep her thumb in your b-tt
that ken doll love gettin’ f-cked
hide behind your n-gg-s, you ain’t got the guts
ridin’ dirt bikes with your -ss on some nuts
now you can pop a wheelie to that
i went from bmore to new york to philly and back
it’s a lot of cheese at stake, this n-gg- really a rat
i f-ck with philly but this n-gg- make y’all city look wack
and that’s on piru, yeah i put the p on that hat
you get hit with the eagle, roll a philly to that
now tell the world how you got your b-tch
you facetime nicki while safaree was f-ckin’ a chick
you ain’t sh-t but a rat to me, a snake that don’t rattle me
lil homie won’t scr-p with me, time to body his faculty
i’m in traffic, b, b-mpin’ this old c-ssidy
meesha’s another casualty, f-ckin’ with me’s a tragedy
the louder your scream, the wacker the verse
i put that d-ck chaser logo on the back of your he-rs-
they say the meek shall inherit the earth
so i went and dug your -ss up ’cause drizzy buried you first
and why you tryna pick on wale?
you told me that you don’t f-ck with rozay
and yg can’t give you a p-ss
i add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your -ss
and don’t try to whine to the grapes
you not the rams, don’t come back to l.a
i f-ck around and catch an uber to slay
i’m a drama king, and a street sweeper with a k
n-gg- this is 2pac mixed with the old guwop
15 years, 30 mil’, n-gg-, who flopped?
one good song, but you ain’t got a cl-ssic yet
bought your first alb-m, ain’t took it out the plastic yet
move from philly to l.a. and think he fresh prince
sean kingston got robbed and now you n-gg-s best friends
fat sloppy twinkie eatin’ -ss n-gg-
you ain’t got no p-ss, n-gg-, i’ma beat your -ss, n-gg-
jelly bean smugglin’ f-ck -ss n-gg-
i’ll get some clippers and cut your mama’s mustache, n-gg-
f-ck your sister while you watch ’cause she’s kinda thick
and make that b-tch take a knee like colin kaepernick
now back to squeak milly, meeky mouse
you gon’ f-ck around, get tied up inside nicki house
i got esés on beaumont, posted like cousins
waiting for the word to pump it up like joe buddens
thou shall not f-ck with chuck, p-wns are stuck
fold you up in boxes, armani tux
louie sweats, armor tucked, night night
use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
get at me, you n-gg-s gon’ see me in gloves
or see me in clubs with “summer sixteen” in the snub
lying on the internet like you ain’t talking to twelve
got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail
i seen that fake paperwork on xxl
rat n-gg-s chew through walls and leave you in cells
before you see me in jail, you will see me in h-ll
you went and got the whole philly, it’s just me by myself
i could have went and got kendrick, went and got snoop
went and got nipsey, jay rock, schoolboy q
could have went and got e-40, brought ice cube back
and have dr. dre screaming “meek mill is a rat”
it’s a wrap, red khakis, red cincinnati
i’ma see you in the streets, don’t @ me
you like a boat with a hole you can’t sail
meek mill, me and drake gave you them two lls

(ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu)
when these rats start snitching break’em off
(ooouuu, ooouuu)
when these rats start snitching break’em off

[omelly]
p-ssy n-gg-
(mumbles)
i got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, aim
(mumbles)
if you ain’t getting money, boy you lame

[clip from movie paid in full]

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