Laugh

(verse one)

it all started back in '02

i never thought compton and mason would ever few

i aint talken bout the big dude

big brotha to kanye

or da homeboy to the big dude

the fiance of beyonce

had a protage

but wasnt no protage

that was as cold as Dre's

fucken with me mc's seen their coldest days

he from compton but rap like he fromney york in the golden age

first nigga since ice cube from california to make phone flex blow granades

i'm on the stage

i hear the crowd callin my name (Game Game)

but i'm not one so dont try to play me

this goes to gucci mane to jay-z

it's not a dis nigga so dont catch feelins

i'll pull out the 10 you dont see game he a killa

(Chorus)

if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped, ah you would laugh youwould laugh you would laugh

(Verse two)

as the clock strikes twelve on my rolli

and this bitch from da big pimpin starts to blow me

in the phantom

i start to fantasize

this shit gets thicker than bitches and Atlanta thighits suicide

if you think you could fuck with the sabatons

platnom drop of that land rover truck

n my ego bigger then the 26's

what if my pen had low pros

i could ride them beats

like i ride backstreets

at the snoopanos hangin up

its a track meet

nigga this race is fixed

game recognize game

i aint never second place n shit

my first 2 albums real basic shit

spend half the time in the studio earasen shit

a queens nigga made me mad

so i made some hits

n learned one thing

hip hop can take some dick

(Chorus)

if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh

(Verse three)

half these niggas wipen they tears

otha half wonderin how the fuck game got here

i took some weed up to frisco

came back with a demo

dro to dre studio

came back in a limo

it was that simple

the crystal bottles

and the bitches came later

so did the haters

as the dot turns the nob on fader

n i turned the tv cause im tired of watchen the raiders

fast forward the shaq gettin traded

fast forward again the shaq gettin traded

n fuck all the time that was wasted beefen with these wack niggas

had me lost in the matrix

if i wanted to throw i would just take it

put this 38 to yo dome bitch

n just take it

im the music n its time to face it

you niggas so fucken pussy i can taste it

(Chorus)

if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh if i could tell you all the things that i would do to kill yo favorite mc you would cry you would cry you would cry

(Instrumental til the end)