Game Ova (The Game & G-Unit 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 and 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, popped out!
Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince served and ran
And 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 2 different times, he didn't do sh*t!
Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't rufeless!
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 dat!
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 dis n*gga 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*gga 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*gga play yo part
You dat b*tch n*gga of "Change Of Heart"
Tongue Ring!(you got a toungue ring n*gga)
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?
[Hook 2x]:
(Yukmouth)
n*gga, sound phony as f*ck!
Yamean!
Regine Life!
n*gga!
Who you f*ckin' wit n*gga?
Blood n*ggas don't know you n*gga!
Yadidimean!
You ain't M.O.B. n*gga!
You ain't no real blood, you f*ckin' basketball n*gga!
Yadidimean!

[Hook 2 2x]:
I know you get let me shine to 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 wit his nine'

[Outro]
I can't believe you n*gga
I saw you at the club n*gga, I told you I had beef wit 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 kool
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!(b*tch)
You b*tch, you ain't no blood n*gga
Yadidimean! 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! Yadidimean!
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 dem n*ggas dats 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 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 mob 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 D!
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!(be real)
Let a n*gga know what really happened n*gga!(what really happened)
Quit f*ckin' wit 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!
Do all that I do n*gga
Yadidimean!
It's the Oakland on mine n*gga, Regine 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' wit 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]