Game Ova 2 (The Game Diss) lyrics

by

Yukmouth


[Intro: Yukmouth]
(Breathe!)
Round two, n*gga! I won the first round, n*gga!
Go back to the drawin' board, n*gga!
(Breathe!)
I'm built for this, baby
Oh yeah, and thanks for the promotion on the radio station!
I love that, n*gga, Ya'mean?
(Breathe!)
Quit sayin' my name- keep sayin' my name, baby!
Keep blowin' me up, n*gga, and I'ma cut your f*ckin' throat, you b*tch!
(Breathe!)
The Game play games, n*gga!
You a lyin' ass tongue ring faggot!
f*ck The Game, you b*tch n*gga!

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
I'll crack your back when I'm blastin' the gat
Your lungs collapse like a asthma attack
n*gga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is D-Mac, and ya brotha
And you still got clapped
Lay on ya back and try to
(Breathe!)
n*gga ain't from the hood
Your first album went wood
And every week you gettin' slapped by Suge
b*tch n*gga
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay, man, them Tecs gon' spray
It's like you're boxed in with pepper spray
n*gga, I make it hard to
(Breathe!)
And don't die, that's the code of the streets
I'll drag you from your '64 by that G-Unit piece
Ya b*tch
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef
My Chi n*ggas got that G-Unit piece
Buck, I know you can't
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you never met Eazy
You're suckin' on my di*k, man, your lips too greasy
You gotta
(Breathe!)
Take deep breaths, adjust your tongue ring
While Dre stick his di*k in your ass, you pretty young thing (you f*ckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a G-Unit model
I'll fill you up with them hollows
You fall, I follow and watch you wallow
Now try to
(Breathe!)
n*gga war like Waco
My chain glow, I made dough
Since you had that tongue ring and fades on the game show, n*gga!
(Breathe!)
You just a mixtape diva and now they G-Unit sneakers
Y'all try to sing them high notes like Aretha
You gotta (b*tch!)
(Breathe!)
f*ck Wall Street
A gat to your cheek
And put your brains on the passenger seat
Game over, he can't
(Breathe!)
[Chorus: Gonzoe]
One into the two, two into the four
The Game want war, The Game got war
(Breathe!)
Four to the five, let The ReGime ride
Game ridin' wit' them? Then game ova for them
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two into the four
G-Unit want war, G-Unit got war
(Breathe!)
Four to the five, let The ReGime ride
Game ridin' wit' them? Then game ova for them
(Breathe!)

[Verse 2: Gonzoe]
It's war time
You b*tches understand me
There's no fist fightin'
On sight I'ma blam you
(Breathe!)
Smash n*ggas' face with gun handles
You know me, the definition of the land of the scanners
(Breathe!)
You pose for the camera
I carry my own blamma
Bury n*ggas with Chucks on, with wooden pajamas
On the hood (Breathe!) you square
Death is a promise
No n*ggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms
Cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryna GQ model
I was born with Pac, in the OE bottle
You a di*k (Breathe!) rider
Tryna f*ck with which crew hotta
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala
You just (Breathe!) another f*ckin' clone
You maricón
Gettin' sh*tted on for shoes and cell phones
You dead wrong (Breathe!), n*gga, sayin' Yuk ain't safe
From E-1-4 to the Shaw, there's a price on your face, you b*tch!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
b*tch n*gga!
You can't f*ck wit' us, ReGime life n*gga!
How dare you say The ReGime on your fake ass skit?!
How dare you use "Five On It", you fake ass n*gga?!
You ain't got no plaques on no wall!
You ain't got no money, you b*tch!
You at your momma house, you punk!
You tongue ring queen, n*gga!
You can't f*ck with me, man!
Stay off the internet, you computer thug!
You don't want it, n*gga!
You don't want war, you b*tch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden murdered you, and Yuk gon' dead your ass, n*gga!
I'ma whack your b*tch ass, punk!
You already know how we rock, n*gga!
You just got your first tattoo 2 years ago, n*gga!
When JT found you, you were tryin to be a GQ model!
You thought you was the next LL, remember?!
Remember you was saying that, you b*tch?!
Be real, punk! Fake ass Blood!
n*gga!
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