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yukmouth - gameova lyrics

(yukmouth)
y’all n-gg-z in trouble, should’ve never f-cked with yuk.
g-g-g-gay unit!
b-tch -ss game you could neva f-ck with yuk you b-tch!(you b-tch).

(chorus)
we keep them gats clappin’ to a n-gg- like en, f-ck g-unit (f-ck em), you know the game’s about to end, regine life! we back up in this b-tch again, (n-gg-)you can run with snitches or run with killaz and win.

(yukmouth)
you ain’t no thug, you a f-ggot -ss toungue ring mush face.
b-tch that won’t talk that blood sh-t in front of suge face.
you ain’t a compton blood, m.o.b. mobbed out.
how you got a million when you livin’ at yo mom’s house?
on the interscope dvd at yo mom’s house.
see me on my dvd drop coupe, rocked out!
this n-gg- faker than eminem on wash house.
come down south to get knocked out, popped out!
watch out! make strategic movements, j prince served and ran.
and g-unit outta houston.(p-ssy)
y’all n-gg-z music, i peeped the blueprint.
suge knight slapped that n-gg-, he didn’t do sh-t!
got slapped 2 different times, he didn’t do sh-t!
disrespect the eazy tattoo, you ain’t rufeless!
dropped the alb-m with jt, that didn’t do sh-t!
now he mister hard body since he with the unit.
wanna beat my -ss? then prove it! what you gon do?
sucker punch me and run, and d’mack for da gun?
i don’t play dat!
i’ll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin’ for you, you ain’t eazy-e’s son.
get off his d-ck!
that’s why yo lips filled with eazy-e c-m.
how dis n-gg- from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue.(haha) b-tch!
how i’m getting f-cked?
droppes benz, big spokes, n-gg- gotta f-ck yuk b-tch, chris hicks broke! master biter, the game the mark, the stainless heart.
i’ll rip yo f-ckin’ brain apart.
tryin’ to tell you at the club b-tch n-gg- play yo part.
you dat b-tch n-gg- of “change of heart”.
tongue ring!(you got a toungue ring n-gg-).
you internet thug, the war ain’t into it with ya, until i put some hollow tips in yo mug.
why diss now?
you wadn’t talkin’ sh-t in the club.
that’s cute he tryin’ to prove to 50 cent he a thug.(awwww)
call 40 he’ll let you know i devour boys.
and he let you know that my family is the flower boys.(what)
ed flowers, joe flowers, real power boy!
got shot wit yo own sh-t you a coward boy!
you runnin’ wit snitches, you sleepin’ wit fishes.
i’ll put yo brains on dem f-ckin’ new g-6’s.(blat, blat)
saw you in da club, wasn’t talkin that slick sh-t, so why wait three months to come wit some diss sh-t?

(chorus 2x)
(yukmouth)
n-gg-, sound phony as f-ck!
yamean!
regine life!
n-gg-!
who you f-ckin’ wit n-gg-?
blood n-gg-z don’t know you n-gg-!
yadidimean!
you ain’t m.o.b. n-gg-!
you ain’t no real blood, you f-ckin’ basketball n-gg-!
yadidimean!

(chorus #2 2x)
i know you get let me shine to get mine, this b-tch n-gg- game has stepped up on the line.
the boys in yo brain, yo brains is on the line, but i hope they don’t let yuk in wit his nine’

(yukmouth)
i can’t believe you n-gg-.
i saw you at the club n-gg-, i told you i had beef wit 50 cent n-gg-.
you said,”that’s between y’all n-gg-“.
you said you didn’t want no beef n-gg-.
you gave a n-gg- dab, i gave you dab, it was kool.
i thought we didn’t have no beef n-gg-.
you f-ckin’ internet thug n-gg-!
you keep gettin’ slapped by suge knight n-gg-!(b-tch)
you b-tch, you ain’t no blood n-gg-.
yadidimean! f-ckin’ coward n-gg-!
yamean, you got them n-gg-z tryin’ to get you to rap against me n-gg-?
i’m the king of the west n-gg-, you f-ckin’ poodle!
get it right b-tch! yadidimean!
i end n-gg-z careers baby! look at master p n-gg-!
every n-gg-, i wrote on has been silent n-gg-!
all my n-gg-z in l.a. is dem n-gg-z dats jackin’ them n-gg-z at the club n-gg-.
you know how we get down, you b-tch -ss chump!(for real) n-gg-!
that lil fake -ss g-unit chain you was holdin’ on when you was talkin’ to me, if you checked me why was you holdin’ on your chain when we we talkin?
if you wanna box me, you gon’ tuck yo chain, you ain’t gon’ hold yo chain, that’s a b-tch move n-gg-!
a b-tch move is showin’ a n-gg- yo gun and not usin’ it, n-gg- i’m not joe budden n-gg-!
this is the mob n-gg-!(yeah)
j prince n-gg-!(yeah)
you could neva come to houston n-gg-!
neva come to the bay you b-tch!
neva come to the midwest chicago d!
maan i tell you, you b-tch, my n-gg- speedy came to the jim jones video shoot and checked yo -ss n-gg-!
he said,”bo and yuk got beef n-gg-“.
and you said,”if 50 was to die today, i’m gettin’ paid from a white boy at interscope n-gg-“.
be real n-gg-!(be real)
let a n-gg- know what really happened n-gg-!(what really happened)
quit f-ckin’ wit me like that you b-tch! n-gg-!
and i don’t box i hit n-gg-z wit glockz in da head you b-tch!
do all that i do n-gg-.
yadidimean!
it’s the oakland on mine n-gg-, regine life n-gg-.
yeah you see me in my benz you b-tch.

(music stops)
i got jewelry for everyday of the week punk.
f-ck that lil -ss yellow-gold, whatever the f-ck you rockin’ with, step yo sh-t up b-tch!
hand-me-down jewelry n-gg-.
and compton ain’t f-ckin’ wit you!
chump!
you f-ckin b-m, i’m outta here n-gg- you… see dis sh-t on da forum you chump!
internet -ss thug.
(gunshot)

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