The Game – Bigger Than Me Official Video With Lyrics



The Game – Bigger Than Me Lyrics

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t bigger than me
These niggas ain’t Nas, ain’t Jigga to me
These niggas ain’t Em, they ain’t 50 to me
You ain’t Pun, you ain’t Pac, you ain’t Biggie to me
These niggas ain’t Crips, they ain’t 60’s to me
These niggas ain’t Bloods, they ain’t dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit ’bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I’ll slash your fucking faces

[Verse 1]
You niggas ain’t sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho’ ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain’t spitting with me, you ain’t sicker than me
Fuck out my section you ain’t sitting with me
This for very important people, it’s clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I’m the black Marshall Mathers
Like “ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I’m the King on this motherfucker
I don’t wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon’ feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass niggas
I came in with ‘Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don’t wanna hear that shit
May you Rest in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain’t no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

[Break]
Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks ’round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I’m from Compton where that Glock can’t fuck with that Tec
That’s some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I’m Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don’t say “What’s up” when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I’m at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more ’til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I’m cool in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some bitches ate ’em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show ’em what it’s saw about
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker

[Hook 2]
These niggas ain’t bigger than me
These niggas ain’t Nas, ain’t Jigga to me
These niggas ain’t Em, they ain’t 50 to me
You ain’t Pun, you ain’t Pac, you ain’t Biggie to me
These niggas ain’t Crips, they ain’t 60’s to me
These niggas ain’t Bloods, they ain’t dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit, ’bout a new generation
Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces
Fuck niggas

[Outro]
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
“Ying, ying, ying” on a motherfucker
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker
I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
Ride out
Blood money, we gon’ ride out
Ride out
And don’t think I won’t send six niggas to your hide out
Rich Gang

G-Unit – Nah I’m Talking Bout (Official Video) With Lyrics

G-Unit is back with a bang, check out new video featuring the man himself 50 Cent along with Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Kidd Kidd, Tony Yayo

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Nah I’m Talking Bout Lyrics
G-Unit
Produced By: Hit-Boy

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I’ve been grinding my whole life, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout?
I’m talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
You know what I’m about
Front with my shit better come correct, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout?
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Yeah, you know what I’m talking ’bout

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’ve been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Don’t worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin’, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
I’m still fucking three ho’s at one time, faded
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind’s x-rated
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don’t need an AC
Banks going through everything B-I two G’s
These niggas rapping now stupid
Bragging, they ain’t never sold a unit (One unit!)
Acting like you will never do it
Don’t wind up on the wall over music

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I can get it, get it for you for the low
Six-fifty nigga for an O
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Don’t fuck around when I’m hustling bo
Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Everything cool here ’til I trip, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge: Young Buck]
And I’m fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
50 said we ain’t never going broke, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
G-Unit, bitch

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
These hoes ain’t loyal, want bread winners
Hit Perfection, throw bread, nigga
S550 getting head, nigga
European bitches crazy ass
With funny accents, Euros in my back
Trunk full of white boy, One Direction
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
One minute I’m home, next I’m in Rome, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Passport gang, my phone’s on roam, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
G5 flight, I’m in my zone, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
While your bitch giving me dome, nigga
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
Rock O’s, but you ain’t even know it
Big Rosco, can’t even hold it
This hot dough, but I ain’t even sold it
Get your wig split, I ain’t need to sew it
We ain’t cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
Everything brand new, nigga
I’ve been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
Big watch, I’m big time
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
My neck blink and my whip shine
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
Stick it in the freezer ’til it get solid
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
All my life I’ve been grinding
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
9th Ward

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Y’all niggas act like y’all don’t know what I’m talking ’bout
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
This is the Unit
(Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?)
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-G-G-G-G-Unit

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