The Game - Bigger Than Me Lyrics
These ni**as ain't bigger than meThese ni**as ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to meThese ni**as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to meYou ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to meThese ni**as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to meThese ni**as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with meni**as talking that shit 'bout the new generation, manf**k these ni**as, I'll slash your f**king facesYou ni**as ain't sold shit, not an album or a rockp*ssy ni**a putting rings on my old *****Dick down the throat ass ni**as, old ho' ass ni**asHappy cause you went gold ass ni**asThese ni**as ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than mef**k out my section you ain't sitting with meThis for very important people, it's clear that we not equalClear you ni**as faggots, I'm the black Marshall MathersLike "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**kerWho needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf**ker?Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf**kerCalifornia throne and I'm the King on this motherf**kerI don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyricsCrying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel itOld lost ass ni**as, voice crack when you talk ass ni**asRolling blunts for the boss ass ni**asI came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass ni**asYour Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass ni**asTampon lyricists, evacuate the premisesMute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shitMay you Rest in Piss, you f**k ni**as, ehFrank Ocean go ahead and f**k these ni**as(Yeah, they f**k ni**as) Ain't no 3 stacks in your classTake your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, ***** boyni**as already f**ked your *****, you ***** boyAnd every time you kiss your ***** you suck my dick, you ***** boyAnd when you buy that ho a bag that ***** carry my bricks, you ***** boyI was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neckI was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my setWord to the rhymes [?] had Busta bust round my setGave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my setI'm from Compton where that Glock can't f**k with that TecThat's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neckThis a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit resetFive in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vestDon't say "What's up" when you see me, you a p*ssy ni**aStranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass WeezyFake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shopni**a better rob Jack and Flav for his alarm clockSpeaking of time, how much more 'til the Game dropSo you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name dropsI been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog housef**k all these p*ssys, give me any name to call outLeft Aftermath, Dre told me ball outStunna put me on a private jet then we balled outLanded in Miami, met some *****es ate 'em all outBlack Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**kerThese ni**as ain't bigger than meThese ni**as ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to meThese ni**as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to meYou ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to meThese ni**as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to meThese ni**as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with meni**as talking that shit 'bout the new generation, manf**k these ni**as, I'll slash your f**king facesFrank Ocean go ahead and f**k these f**k ni**as"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**kerDrop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf**kerI should let my daughter scream on this motherf**kerThe industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf**kerRide outBlood money, we gon' ride outRide outAnd don't think I won't send six ni**as to your hide outRich Gang
