Lyrics Stop Talkin to the Cops - Game

Oh!
50 guess who's back?
Oh!
50 guess who's back you bitch ass nigga
Hahaha! It's The Game nigga, your arch-nemesis
I see'd your lil movie nigga. That shit was aight
I swear I see'd this shit, look...
"If you was my best friend..." Hahahaha
You got beat out by Chicken Little
So that's your name: Chicken Little, bitch!
Nigga you run with the coppers
Word on the streets says you's a snitch
Nigga stop talking to the coppers
The whole NYC knows you's a bitch
Nigga we took your choppers
We'll hit you up and leave you in a ditch
Nigga you cannot stop us
Say my name that's only gon' make me rich
Guess who's back in this motherfucker
More beef than USDA
Now who the fuck wanna play with the California king
Stash box in all 5 of my cars nigga
Living the California dream
And I ain't gotta pay no cops
All I gotta do is make sure Yayo flop
First week 200, that's all he got
Second week 68, and the number 10 spot
Third week 30, 000. Fourth week you stop
I guess I'm your psychic friend cause of
G-Unot
And while you talking on the internet
I'm loading slugs in the TEC
Connecticut 5 hours away, and I rent a jet
Turning Spider Loc against me for your benefit
I still got love for Cuz but Blood been a vet
Real niggas ain't hard to find
Come to your own hood and look under the G-Unot sign
[Fat Rat(spoken)]
G g g g, not!
You bitch ass niggas, I'm back
I been waiting on this, nigga
Yayo! Excuse me, Yay-ho!
You bitch ass nigga, this is Fat Rat nigga
Me and you nigga. Pay per view nigga
We gon' be the under-card of the main event nigga
With 50-snitch and my nigga, nigga
And we gon' have another fight nigga
My cousin Lisa, nigga
She gon' fight, umm, Banks bitch ass nigga
For the card under me and you
I couldn't wait til they cut this motherfucking mic on nigga
I ain't no rapper nigga
But I'm rapping nigga, like you wit that bullshit nigga
You gon' sit yo old ass down nigga
You be 36 in December nigga
Aftermath nigga! Black Wall Street nigga!
Oliver!
I was on your bitch ass last night on Santa Monica nigga
Nigga I do my research, there's a bunch of homosexuals down there on Santa Monica nigga
Yeah nigga I got it on footage
Chasing your bitch ass, Oliver!
You ain't finna fool the people nigga, let motherfuckers know
I'mma get yo bitch ass stripped, and take a picture nigga
Show your shit swinging cos you ain't had the operation nigga
Tell that bitch ass nigga 50 to pay for that motherfucker to get sliced off nigga
So next time you put some shorts on that video, a big ass bulge gon' be sitting their nigga
Cos I got everybody looking for it nigga
Nigga balls all squished up like that nigga
You bitch motherfucker
Stop snitchin' and stop lyin'!
Nigga talking 'bout "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" nigga
Yeah nigga you gon' Die Tryin' nigga!
Nigga Get Rich nigga, bitch ass nigga
Niggas gon' find out you out there nigga tryna,
Pay something to happen to somebody you know where they end up nigga
They already own all of us nigga
Like I tell niggas nigga I know about 4 agencies watching me
So therefore, yo bitch ass gon' end up in one of these California prisons nigga
Then what you gon' do nigga
Martha made it but I guarantee you won't nigga
Black Wall... wait a minute
THE Black Wall Street nigga
You better make sure you respect it nigga and say "the"
T-H-E nigga, not T-H-A nigga!
Nigga I got hooks and all!
Brazil and Wilmington! You bitch ass nigga!
Nigga 50 said that I'm only known in a 8-block radius
But nigga this the motherfucking 8-block radius I wanna be known in
It's motherfucking Beverly Hills nigga
Shit, how I get here, man? You help me?
You ain't help me do shit. Sucker ass nigga
I lost fans fucking wit you nigga
You a motherfucking snitch, the whole world know you a snitch
You whole family know you a snitch, even your son know you a snitch nigga
Gon' tell his teacher he been acting bad at home nigga
Put the nigga on punishment nigga