Twice The Game

Yeah DJ Ace, Iceberg nigga, Gangsters' shit

Niggaz out there running their motherfucking mouth

Acting like bangers, acting without SAG cards

Like somebody supposed to be afraid

You faggots don't scare me, I'm twices cold

Niggaz can't tell me shit, I'm twices old

Fuck how much you sold, I got twice the cash

Fuck how old you are, I blast twices fast

No matter how fly you get, I get twices smooth

No matter how slick you are, I got twice the moove

Fuck how big you get, I got twice the fame

One word burnt, that means twice the game

Twice the heart nigga, look in my eyes

L.A. Gangbanger to these streets I'm wise

Not to knob us when it come to the guns

I've never flashed just reach and blast

Chrome hydraulics and the black ski-masks

Your next decision might be your last

Real niggaz, fade the fuck up with the fakes

Think about the next move you make, nigga

Fame, motherfuckers wanted so bad

Give away every fucking piece of soul they had

Lie to themselves then they lie on the pad

It's a motherfucking Hip-Hop fad

Get gangsta, get gull, get raw

Talking about shit you ain't never fucking saw

When the streets talk, they say they need to holler at you

You got to jail, you got problems there too

That's the drama that comes with the fakeness

Bodyguard niggaz straight making me laugh

Fourty niggaz in your entourage, twelve of them fags

The real nigga in your crew's straight extorting your cash

Who I ma talking to? ~ half of you rap boys

Rolling with the cops, talking all about you're hardcore

No names needed, everybody knows

The real niggaz in the game, and the straight whores

The streets got a problem with you

They say the shit you say on your records ain't true

They say you're talking about people that you never knew

It's a gammick niggaz see right through

They want a little cash back for the lives you stole

They say they'll take you back and your blood and your gold

More bodyguards, more stipulates;

In the doors of your cars and your SUVs

You know, you got real problems cause you're fucking with Gs

You got the fake gangster rapper disease

Keep lying, nigga, digging your grave

Claiming how you bust guns when you know you Bitch-made

Your whole posse knows, nigga, when will you learn

They're looking at your bankrole laying to turn

You wanna be a gangster but forgot one thing

Gangsters get murdered or they're dying to bang

Nigga, SMG, go to your stylist

Get some gangster war-draw put together

Put on your make-up, come out and do your video

Rented cars, rented whores, rented houses

Fake guns, fake lifestyles, MTV cribs, enemy in your house nigga

Got to practise what you preach nigga

Talk the talk you got to walk the walk

Street niggaz wanna talk to you, kid, and talk to you face to face

Your bodyguards homosexual anyway, fat-ass nigga

Iceberg, the truth kid!