400 bars

Ey yo Drama

We bout to burn the motherfucking streets up with this shit

Breakfast club

I wanna welcome everybody to the motherfucking Red Room

This aint a mixtape

This is life

Get 'em!

It's been a long time

Get reacquainted with the world famous

You know how on point my aim is

Long range snipers

Class shut of titans

Chrome pipin and it's 300 like Leonidas

Snub in the bubble goose

Ridin' down the interstate

Where fiends put them needles in their arm and let it penetrate

Leanin' sideways with my fitted straight

The 27s on point the paint job a New York minute late

Check my Autumn on no clouds in my stones

Projects Reagan standin' by the corner store

2 glocks on me bang bang if you wanna war

That was '05 now we ballin' on this tour

Screaming out 'Thug Life' pouring Belvy on your whore

Money I'm involved with it

Wake up and ball with it

Kobe, Gasol with it

Uncut raw with it

Chop bricks take trips OT

Before I had a goatee I used to bag the OZ yeah!

Fishscale nigga, what up Ghost?

Then stash 'em by the oak tree

Move it by the coke leaf

Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley

Nigga don't insult me

I banana boat B-R-C-K-S' and stuff 'em in the Lexus

I'm sittin' fat like Precious

Christ up on the necklace

And I keep them clips on the dresser, yessir

I'm bout to ball

Louis bag the fucking mall

Bitches, money, and fast cars nigga I want it all

Yeah! Word to my kids nigga I want it all

NASCAR game why the fuck would I stall?

I'm the franchise nigga Chris fucking Paul

Empty out the cannon hit your bitch, you, the truck and all

Withdraw 200 thousand and then fuck it off

King of the hill got a dime bitch cutting raw

She bagged the last nigga I unzip she suck it soft

Black superman yeah I'm above the law

I put this hollow tip a quarter inch above your jaw

Eat out a fucking straw

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk

After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk

It's a wrap, I rap, when I wrap the pump

Throw me in the game module and tell 'em wrap the bunks

The breakfast club nigga no captain crunch

This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch

I'm hungry like I aint trapped in months

So nigga act and stunt my glock pack a punch

Or rock and heck la cotch and seal your pine box

Leave your head wrapped for months

While I pass the blunt to my niggas

We all rocked out 'what's up jigga?'

Sometimes I be in BK with Fab on the freeway

Lincoln continental and I copped it off of ebay

I pop cham like its my bday

Horsepower under my hood

Like it's an Olympic relay

My flow right on time no delay

I raise a million dollars send it off to Chile

Word to my red cross I don't fuck with Red Cross

I'm on Madden nigga EA

I'm in VA money talks with dre and pharrell on 3-way

Them 28s that's my DJ they spinnin' shit

When I took trips OT I never win and shit

I just dropped and cock and then I tennis shit

Diddy and Mike Epps I'm All About the Benjamins

In it for the benefits I'll be down in ten and six

Tell 'em give me a porterhouse and some eggs benedict

Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry

And I'm livin' it

I'll be out in Venice shit

They say Weezy Jordan nigga I'm on my Pippen shit

They say Drake Lebron I'm on my Mo Williams shit

If T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck it I'm Derek fisher shit

Long as I'm in the starting 5 imma get it in

Cuz I promised the city of Compton I would get it in

I was Outkasted Andre Benjamin

Now I slide through with my Dominican woman friend

She like put No Ceilings in yeah

You seppy heels, expensive wines, pariciels (?)

It aint tricking I just spend money on cheap thrills

Big phantoms, sweet wheels, back seat like a club make them bitches eat pills

Take patron shots to the purse with chrome glocks

Jay Electronica, this a dome shot

So I had to steal it

Nigga I had to kill it

I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it yeah

Keep running nigga

House above the subway

Feel it through the projects

Come through the Murcielago a foreign object

Number one prospect the day that I was drafted

Aftermath-matic unleash the fucking bastard

Don't respect none of u niggas

Get in the casket

Talking ratchets never touched a fucking automatic

Drama this is tragic

Put it in the plastic

88 bars and runnin' throw it with my other classics

Drama you should've warned these niggas, I'm about to kill 'em yeah

Trash bag it

This is crack and I know you been fiending for this come get your packs

I do it for the music nigga fuck the plaques

Aint on no beef shit but it's still fuck the rats

And when I'm in New York I set a bunch of traps

Put the cheese where they can see it

And if u stunt you clap

Catch 'em in the club that's when I stomp 'em flat

Nigga get up after that go get a fucking bat

I tell you about these fucking rats

They either snitch or bend over to catch

No matter how u look at it I hate fucking rats

Get my bottomless Ciroc and I twist the cap

Sit back watch the NBA playoffs and roll it back yeah

Real fat yeah

All I do is stack bread

In the hood on the wall like a fucking Fathead

Two 9's on your back Warren Sapp yeah

This is my block and u niggas can't trap here

Unless you wanna get clapped here head wrapped yeah

I'm killing niggas I should have a hundred tats here

Celebrate your death

Toast bottles and clap beers

Its gon' be a cold summer come through like brr

The red phantom bull shit the 25 Steve Kerr

The beat insane Just Blaze in this motherfucker

The cars outside but Kaze in this motherfucker

I should let off a couple strays in this motherfucker

Fuck that trying to get laid in this motherfucker

Yo tell your friends to get with my friends

Yeah meet me in the parking lot

License plate aftermath

Screaming out fuck 50

Wouldn't snitch for half his cash

If you wasn't such a bitch nobody would've have to blast

Still it's down in Jacksonville don't make me have to wrap your jag

Cuz I'd rather be in Sandro Pe

I'm packing bag

With bitches that speak French

How do u say catch a cab

I don't trick euros

I don't trick pounds

I bowling ball bitches 'til I knock 'em all down

Like the '93 Pac I get around

Duffles by the staircase

Crack by the backdoor

Navigate my way through the south

I used to trap hoe

All the way through Queensbridge moving packs yo

Might of lost a couple friends but I got my gat though

Blast for my rap foes could never stop my cash flow

Had a Nike box of hundreds when I was in that Rav4

Now I pull up in that truck with that crash bar

With the mag low give you everything that u ask for

Sometimes I could be a fucking asshole

In the bank with my mask on

Look at this nigga AR don't take your fucking mask off bitch empty out the cash drawer

We on a suicide mission but we don't give a fuck

Cuz if we make it out bigger house bigger truck

Im in a strip club with a glock nigga what

Give me your bitch she got a cuter face and bigger butt

I aint gon' do shit but pour champagne on her

Hit her from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her

Don't put that back on too many cum stains on it

Run a train on her call Cartoon

Have him tattoo my name on her Star Trak too

You know what fuck it Aftermath too

Put a little smoke on it then take it home and pound it

Helicopter outside nigga I'm surrounded

Had a spot in the jungles 'til the fucking feds found it

Mama yo son got a public announcement

I got 5 million in the walls and the couches

Don't even think about it we got cameras dogs and guns

Ask Pepe he was there he can vouch it

Threw it in the trashcan on some Oscar the Grouch shit

A bunch of green popped out time to reroute shit

Settle down in Mississippi got a down south clique

And my niggas like we don't know all about this

And any nigga ever snitch got his fucking mouth fixed

You get 25 he get his fucking throat slit

Cut him like filet minon and throw him off the boat bitch

Feed him to the sharks and dock the yacht

Oil in the water damn the ocean so thick

Time to finish off us niggas on some trench coat shit

It's a drug war real life grand theft

Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit yo man next

Come through on some retarded shit just sprayin' techs

Where my dogs at tell 'em I'm crazier than DMX

Lazier than Chinese eyes when I'm puffin' that

Blueberry I aint talking where the muffins at

Roll up the sour diesel if u want nigga

I split open a dutch then I'm stuffin' that

You should get a flight to California come fuck with that

That's all you go ahead hop in the truck with that

Take it down to Cashville and hit young buck with that

Don't bring nothing back border patrol cuffin that

I aint trying to see the pen I have to get my knuckles wrapped

I wake up real early keep lunching fags

This shit easy you rap niggas my punching bags

I got some combinations nigga Pacquiao shit

Talking about u popping tags

Talking bout u poppin Cris

Where u get it poppin at

Nigga u aint poppin shit

But an X pill as I turn the Lex wheels

I got a mean phantom very upset grill

Tell 'em why u mad son

That nigga pulled a fast one

You know who you are when I see u that's your ass son

But I'm in the club throwing shots like my last gun

Its 2-o-clock yurr

Gotta make a cash run

Yo go get the truck from around the corner tell Wack I'll meet him outside

Into the 7-11 bout to blast one

This nigga AR will not keep his fucking mask on

Deal with it when we get to the crib

You niggas is wildin wait till we get to the crib

And split this fucking money up

Hit the block and dummy up

Shave the onion slice it down the middle

That's a tummy tuck

That's how we do it in Compton

Fuck the police

Defend my hood like a NHL goalie

Sometimes it's cold on these motherfucking streets nigga

Iced out Rolie

And I still remember everything that Dre told me

Red po low fleece

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Sippin' on that OE

Never been to jail cuz I never had a codeine

Do it just like the OG's

Cut the Impala in half insert the goldies

And bounce this motherfucker until it got a slow leak

Flatbed pick it up and you know me

I'm going with the car all night no sleep

Gotta get this motherfucker back on the strip

Next day we in the red phantom 4 deep

Kids runnin' up to the car

Block off the whole street

It's the ice cream man like the OP

Cali like the lions o-line that's where the holes be

B.C. runnin shit like a nose bleed

Don't get it confused the screw like codeine

More swag than the niggas from the show me

That's yo bitch im bout to mack her like goldie

Shit together we can rule the world baby

Blacked out Cartier 4 seasons caviar

Spray a little Diddy on it that will get the panties off

Niggas see me in the lobby lookin' like damn he soft

Catch me outside where I can let this fucking cannon off

Soo to the Woo bet I let this cannon off

And put everything in the clip right where u standing dawg

Ride off in the Mazi like can I ball?

For the bucks I'm trying to get it like Brandon dawg

Young money clearly NBA rookie of the year

I'm still standing tall wish the twin towers was

Taking innocent lives that's the type of shit a coward does

I'm just reminiscing smoking on a sour blunt

Take a couple more hits and pass the shit around the bus

You can't tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs

A hundred rounds and ten drums that's a thousand slugs

One day I flipped the kitchen table

Found a bug kept looking found another one right around the subs

Ey yo feds can u hear me?

Goddamn

I was taking a shit then I seen one by the tub

Feeding my fish there's a wire right by the rug

Dumb motherfuckers this is not where they buy the drugs

That's salami in the kitchen that we firing up

The world full of bitches all the niggas dying up

They stretching niggas out for crack all the fiends trying to dust

We got some mean smokers for the sack they tie you up

Quarter sack and get the pound brick burn the house down

The connect aint gon' think that shit is funny

What the fuck is niggas laughing at

Run up u got some cash in that

Knock on yo mama door your head sittin' in a basinet

While I'm on a G4 smokin' up half the jet

All season in New York smoking up half the jets

246 bars aint broke half a sweat

Just got half a mil

Gave the hood half a check

And I done shot it out with probably over half the jets

Sometimes just for the love dawg but have respect

That's that hood shit I'm living good bitch

Out of my mind like breaking off half a x

Moving though Hollywood faster than a bag of meth

Yup niggas better watch they step unless they in a fraternity

But that aint concerning me

Let's get back on this ape shit

Back to the basics

Cold words flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix

Yeah Betty Crocker that

Then hit the block with that

Cut off khakis house shoes and the stocking cap

Bitches ride give me some white tees red tip socks

My flow a 38 don't make me have to cock it back

Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring the old rockets back

2 holes in your face where your sockets at

Bring the whole hood out and show 'em how to drop a rat

They got them brand new Porsches out I'm coppin' that

V12 under the hood aint no stock in that

Panoramic sunroof me and this chick watching glass

My hood like cameras in the bumper watch yo ass

Get yo ass smoked around these parts young'n

What the fuck you thought ride up bangin Too Short

Smoke you like a Newport nigga this aint New York

I'll be in the jungle with lions or in the zoo lost

Or with my wolves that's dying to get they tooths off

City of angels be careful who you cross

Niggas will run and missing childs take them fucking jewels off

Rappin all that goon shit we all know that u soft

A baby's ass in a Martha Stewart facecloth

Or a box of cotton stay pushed 'til you rotten

So nigga you stay on yo rap shit

While I stay on my trap shit

My bust a gat shit

Busta hit me like you wrote 400 that quick

Naw 282 and that's just cuz the track sick

120 more welcome to the liquor store

Same one that frog sent me lil nigga get the raw

And I did it so Cedar Block I'm with it

Who do you think got all these niggas in them Cincinnati fitteds yeah

Took America and Ken Griffey'd that

7-5-8s throw up my crown

Throw up my khakis and rush the knights down

Jump in the 'Lac and push the night town

Them is space jams I need 'em right now

Jordan sweat suit on oh they do it

Go wacka flocka on them niggas in these new kicks

You know how that go

New kicks new whip blue six loc'in on a set like a new crip

That line was so crazy I had to share that shit blood

Interior coke white smooth like cool whip

Sold that shit to Rick Ross 80 thou cool flip

Then I got that vibrant thang

My little q-tip

That Maseratti a problem especially with that dual shift

0 to 60 and woo! It's like a mule kick

I swear to God like the preacher in a pool pit

Speaking of pools mine heated come through bitch

As long as it's the pearl I don't care who you come through with

Canadian Spanish French nigga whatever

Ménage in the deep end head on the back end

I wanna fuck the Asian bitch next time leave your fat friend

Why the fuck you all in that Honda all packed in

Headed to Inglewood say what's up to Mac 10

Say what's up to Glock 9

I'm back on you niggas head

LA would be a ghost town if I wanted niggas dead

Run with my goon squad cuz more than half you niggas feds

It's either that u ATF or one of 50 friends

I see the wires hangin out you nigga's levi's

But fuck it though cuz the nigga did let me in

But he didn't wanna see the game in HD on ESPN

I think the bull is on it (?) we was the best of friends

Then shit flipped went to his hoes like I was Mexican

We all know the west put the burner to his chest

Hit him with 300 bars and let the streets do the rest yes

Terror is over you can eat now

Jayceon killed Freddy the whole world can sleep now

Dream snatcher that's me now

Take yo money lay yo bitch ass on the beach now

I can see it a G-Unit beach towel

Another man on it y'all bout to tan on us

Send some lil goons by to kick some fucking sand on it

We aint watchin go ahead nigga jam on it

Damn homie in high school you was the man homie

You was lucky in Manhattan the clip jammed

But come to Cali you a moose in some quicksand

Gon' sink nigga like a fucking boat with bullet holes in it

Butter soft Banks you a bitch man

Me and you was cool until 50 unscrewed your kickstand

And Yayo turn in your senior citizen wristband

Slap the shit out you for at lil henchman

And just like the old days I play the bench man

Dre play the big hand I'm cool with the sixth man

Never selfish nigga I'm eating shell fish nigga

My legacy will never die the black elvis nigga

Come check me out in graceland nigga pull out the guitar and everything

Glock by my pelvis clip by the waistline

On the block like Chris Bosh shoot it from the baseline

We at the 350 mall it's break time

Ey yo go get the hell out the car man, naw this is purple haze nigga im bout to roll this shit up get high nigga finish this motherfucking 400 bars, naw my keys right there by that coconut ciroc

Yeah let's go

Yo tell the runners I'm hungry man I need some french toast bacon and shit

Run up on you with 50 beams and 50 chefs

Niggas thinking it's The Game trying to push a left

Call a timeout like I'm out

All these soft ass rappers faking the crime route

Niggas got real quiet now that Shyne out

Don't make me smuggle him out of Belize and pull the 9's out

Nigga scared now my goons are here now

We turnin on headlights and runnin over deers now

Yeah all up in the woods what's good

And im the only one u rap niggas should fear now

You see a G-Unit poster you better tear it down

I'm talking to you motherfucker so turn around

The beef forever lives never ever put your burner down

I beat the shit out these niggas they Tina Turner now

Stripped of they manhood ass naked like they Sherman now

While I peel the top off the block and just burn it out

Hit the strip club with my niggas and just turn it out

Ey yo that's Jeezy motherfucking lambo? Shit cold nigga

They got free hot wings they bringing full sermons out

It's all good we straight time to perm it out

Katt Williams run up in your house tie you up make u watch while we run through your spouse

Lift up your fucking blouse Tiger Woods been in this

No thank you pass that bitch the menace

Get what I came for stuff it inside the range doors

380 bars in you ready for the main course

Yo give me a couple of napkins a salad fork I'm starving nigga

June 15th one of us gotta change course

But not the one that spit 400 blunted and aint hoarse

8 plaques on the wall hang yours

Before u get one I'll probably have 8 more

It never been about the money with me

Just been about trying to get my niggas something to eat

Take em on a couple tours get em something to beat

Never satisfied that's why we keep the guns on the seat yeah

All I know is blocks, glocks, and ciroc

Let's get it

Who got a blunt I can chief

Niggas runnin around like Indians but naw not one of em chief

Killa California I'm just one of the beasts

Take a fucking blood bath and bathe myself with the beef uh

It's the home stretch and I aint even home yet

Only thing that's stopping me is me I'm my own threat

Eating lobsters write Al Capone checks

I still aint on the level of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet

Niggas gone learn to respect the veterans apologize to Cube

But after this year and after this here

Niggas won't see the throne for another 6 years

PS motherfucker aint no bitch here

I'm going out the same way I came in 5th gear

I see the finish line shit yeah!

It's time to celebrate canary bring that 'Cris here

Sticks tell crack bring the cars around the back

406 bars bitch it's a wrap