Game Ova (The Game Diss) lyrics

[Intro]:
Y'all n*ggas in trouble, should've never f*cked with Yuk
G-G-G-Gay Unit!
b*tch ass Game you could never f*ck with Yuk you b*tch!

[Chorus]:
We keep them gats clappin' to a n*gga like him
f*ck G-Unit, you know the Game's about to end
Regime Life, We back up in this b*tch again
You can run with snitches or run with killaz and win

[Verse]:
You ain't no thug, you a faggot ass tongue 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 living at your mom's house?
On the Interscope DVD at your mom's house
See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out!
This n*gga faker than Eminem on Wash House
Come down South to get knocked out, Pac'd out!
Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ran
The G-Unit outta Houston
Y'all n*ggas music, I peeped the blueprint
Suge Knight slapped that n*gga, he didn't do sh*t!
Got slapped two different times, he didn't do sh*t!
Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't Ruthless!
Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do sh*t!
Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit
Wanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon' do?
Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun?
I don't play that!
I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son
Get off his di*k! That's why yo lips filled with Eazy-E c*m
How this n*gga from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue. b*tch!
How I'm getting f*cked?
Droppes Benz, big spokes, n*gga gotta f*ck Yuk rich and 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*gga play yo part
You that b*tch n*gga from "Change Of Heart": tongue ring!
You the internet thug, the war ain't ended with Yuk
Until I put some hollow tips in yo mug
Why diss now? You wasn't talkin' sh*t at the club
That's cute he tryin' to prove to 50 Cent he a thug
Call 40 he'll let you know I devour boys
And he let you know that my family is the flower boys
Ed Flowers, Joe Flowers, real power boy!
Got shot with yo own sh*t you a coward boy!
You runnin' with snitches, you sleepin' with fishes
I'll put yo brains on them f*ckin' new G-6's
Saw you in da club, wasn't talkin' that slick sh*t, so why wait three months to come with some diss sh*t?
[Chorus 2x]

(Yukmouth)
n*gga, you sound phony as f*ck!
Yamean!
Regime Life!
n*gga!
Who you f*ckin' with n*gga?
Blood n*ggas don't know you n*gga!
Yadadamean!
You ain't M.O.B. n*gga!
You ain't no real blood, you f*ckin' basketball n*gga!
Yadadamean!

[Chorus 2 2x]:

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine, this b*tch n*gga 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 with his nine'

[Outro]:

I can't believe you n*gga
I saw you at the club n*gga, I told you I had beef with 50 Cent n*gga
You said,"That's between y'all n*gga"
You said you didn't want no beef n*gga
You gave a n*gga dab, I gave you dab, it was cool
I thought we didn't have no beef n*gga
You f*ckin' internet thug n*gga!
You keep gettin' slapped by Suge Knight n*gga!
You b*tch, you ain't no blood n*gga
Yadadamean! f*ckin' coward n*gga!
Yamean, you got them n*ggas tryin' to get you to rap against me n*gga?
I'm the king of the west n*gga, you f*ckin' poodle!
Get it right b*tch! Yadadamean!
I end n*ggas careers baby! Look at Master P n*gga!
Every n*gga, I wrote on has been silent n*gga!
All my n*ggas in L.A. is them n*ggas thats jackin' them n*ggas at the club n*gga
You know how we get down, you b*tch ass chump! n*gga!
That lil' fake ass 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 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*gga!
A b*tch move is showin' a n*gga yo gun and not usin' it, n*gga I'm not Joe Budden n*gga!
This is the M.O.B. n*gga!
J Prince n*gga!
You could neva come to Houston n*gga!
Neva come to the Bay you b*tch!
Neva come to the midwest Chicago!
Maan I tell you, you b*tch, my n*gga Speedy came to the Jim Jones video shoot and checked yo ass n*gga!
He said, "Bo and Yuk got beef n*gga"
And you said, "If 50 was to die today, I'm gettin' paid from a white boy at Interscope n*gga"
Be real n*gga!
Let a n*gga know what really happened n*gga!
Quit f*ckin' with me like that you b*tch! n*gga!
And I don't box I hit n*ggas wit glockz in da head you b*tch!
You know how I do n*gga
Yadadamean!
It's Oakland on mine n*gga, Regime life n*gga
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' ass yellow-gold, whatever the f*ck you rockin' with, step yo sh*t up b*tch!
Hand me down jewelry n*gga
And Compton ain't f*ckin' with you!
Chump!
You f*ckin' bum, I'm outta here n*gga you... see this sh*t on the forum you chump!
Internet ass thug
[Gunshot]