"Old Gunz" lyrics - THE GAME

THE GAME

"Old Gunz"

[Chorus:]
Kan-yeezy Help 'em Out please
Just Bleezey Help 'em Out please
Em-eezy 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 Beanz And Break Em Out
'Fore I Show These Young Dummies What Beefin All About

[Verse 1 - Rockstar]
Fresh Off The Tour bus Homie Im Back
I Was Stompin In Compton Loadin My Strap
And Niggas Seem A Lil Pissed
'Cause Now Im In The City Wit Huge Canary Yellow Diamonds On My Gold Wrist
Only Took One Verse And Game Was Convinced
I Got the Stray Jacket Flow, Im Insane When I Spit
How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit
Yall Young, But Yall Ain't Guns, Yall Ain't Dumped One Clip
Im Tha Games Young Gun And Im One young Pit
And Ill Bite Both Of Yall Fuck That Young Gun Shit
'Cause Chris Is A Snitch Even They Know That
On the Stand Pointin' 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 see you in jail

[Verse 2 - Rockstar]
Yea A Real Nigga Ain't Chris, A Real Nigga Ain't Neef
A Real Nigga Dats Cis, So How U Feelin Hard?
I Went From Runnin Tha Underground
To Tha Blackwall So Im Still In Charge
You Wanna Holla At Game? Now Cis Involved
Yall Ain't Sick At All, Plus Yall Niggas Been Slippin Off
Chris Stole J Hov Style, Get Off His Dick And Balls
Yall Rappers That Rap Thats Why Mac ain't Stick Wit Yall
I Got Lil Neef Complainin' 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 on a Crip
You Should Neva Bite The Hand That Feeds You
Suckin So Much Hova Dick Yall Done Turned Ya Back On Sigel
And None Of Yall Clap That Chrome
So I Wouldn't Be Surprised You Get Smacked Up When Mac Come Home
And This Cat Not Shook
Thats Why Im Tha Most Talked About Philly Since Mac Got Booked

[Verse 3 - Game]
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 Beanz don't Fuck Wit Em
Free Sign To J Now ROC Got Stuck Wit Em, damn
Now Def Jam Can't Even Make A Buck Wit Em
'Cause They Ain't Got One Of Them Teairra Mari Cuts In Em
When I Blaze It'll Feel Like A Truck Hit Em
Leave Em A Swisher In Philly Wit No Guts In Em
A 100 Pounds Slug Slice Right Through Em
Hit The Corner Bullets Curve Like Tha Logo On Tha Pumas
Hollows In One Ear And Out the other Like A Rumor
He Got Shot Before He Got A Chance To grow a [?]
And Ima Drive By Louie [?]
Put Tha Hammer In Neef Mouth While He Chewin His Food Everybody In Philadelphia Know Yous A Fool
U Gone Make Me Make J Lose His Cool, damn

[Outro - Game]
First Buddens
Then Bleek
Then The Whole G-Unit
As a Staff, Record Label And a motherfuckin Group
Now you Lil Faggots
I Sold More Records For Yall Then Yall Did Yall Mothafuckin Selves...
The new prince of Philly, Rockstar