(feat. Newz) Ayo, Irv, 'the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas, man? Talking 'bout I aint no f*ckin MC I been at this shit for 7 years, n*gga 8 times platinum, n*gga 2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later Mothaf*cka, what's up? ^{Verse 1} Naw, this aint no f*cking Dre beat, I got this from Irv Gotti Game back on the shit I'm enemies with e'rybody Game cook crack, transform to yeyo The new Suge Knight, n*gga, minus the K.O. I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow Get money, f*ck b*tches, that's what I'm about now The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, retarded The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter I beg your pardon, n*gga, we can get started If you aint Nas or that n*gga on third Carter My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot? ^{Chorus: Newz (The Game)} Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit Go ahead and hate on my click Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my dick You strapped? (That's right) Gang bangin? (for life) A little drama (that's life) Hit 'em up (Nice) It's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit ^{Verse 2} N*gga I'm a throw back, you already know that Got swag and I'm street, picture the n*gga Hov' strapped And it's the rock right in my f*ckin sock Die for my chain, why? So I can go f*ck with Pac Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig You art not f*ck with Game, he crazy And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby My 16's mean, you know what I mean Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens Accompanied by my b*tch, flying in with them things My shorty is a 10, that's that singing n*gga, Dream The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short So I might as well find me a borrow in New York ^{Chorus: Newz (The Game)} Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit Go ahead and hate on my click Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my dick You strapped? (That's right) Gang bangin? (for life) A little drama (that's life) Hit 'em up (Nice) It's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit ^{Verse 3} Man you know, I don't give a f*ck and I don't give a shit Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips Have some Cali n*ggas come out and dead those strips Give a f*ck if you tuff n*gga, or you buff n*gga My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff n*ggas Hop out the truck with the gun so long Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?" What the fuck can I say? I grew up a bastard Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston I pop big shit, and I keep my wrist slit My entourage shine like the Diamond District I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5 There's four n*ggas better than me? N*gga, stop lyin! ^{Chorus: Newz (The Game)} Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit Go ahead and hate on my click Got a couple words for you n*gga, suck my dick You strapped? (That's right) Gang bangin? (for life) A little drama (that's life) Hit 'em up (Nice) It's that gangsta shit All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit Newz! N*ggas better know what the f*ck they dealin with When they dealing with the f*ck they dealin with You dealin with a f*ckin animal, man Gotti will tell you, nigga, both the Gottis, n*gga You can bring John Gotti back too, n*gga He'll tell you, man I'm gangsta, n*gga I was Murda Inc. before anything, man Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, n*gga When I was running around with P. Diddy in Atlanta, n*gga Slapping asses, n*gga Mario ?? know what it is, n*gga Mix bitches all up in the height on Peach St., n*gga Been getting money, n*gga 7 years strong, n*gga 2 platinum albums, n*gga 'Bout to be three Ay, n*gga that's m*thafuckin hip hop menage a trios B*TCH!