Niggaz Bleed

(album: Stop Snitchin, Stop Lyin - 2005)

[The Game:]
Your boy ain't got shit, I got 10KI-s by my 26th birthday
5 bricks a Bentley Coupe, a bulletproof Suburban

I'm fresh on the bricks been out for twelve days
Looking for my thug bitch, nigga need some twelve play
A gangsta bitch put her lips around my 12' gauge
Who freak on foul miles, throw the pussy like Elway
Riding through L.A., shotgun in a Coupe
I'm balling in my Converse like L.J
I put nine holes in your Pelle
Fucking with me? I'll have white chalk where them shells lay
I'm a Goodfella, there goes the neighborhood fellas
Far from a Roc-A-Fella? I'll let the doctor tell 'em
That his heart don't work, he need a new one
That's hard to combine like seeing me in some blue ones
Air Forces with the cocaine strings
Cargo full of hunters what the dopehead brings
I'm the living most drug dealer, I expose niggas
Take the thug in 'em, leave 'em laying in a blood river
You know Game count 'em, I got 'em as lottos
My quarter piece is like skiing through a cocaine mountain
For the love of a dollar, putting niggas in a column
Then get lost somewhere in the Caymen islands, holler

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me not riding
My life in that man's hands while he just deciding
(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe
With all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol

Niggas faking my city? I mistake 'em for Diddy
Claiming he a Bad Boy, nigga simply an ac-tor
From Compton to the Boogie Down Bronx I put it down
With Dre behind me platinum plaques'll find me
Somewhere in the Cayman islands, diamonds on the Rolex
Bezels shining and I am, the king of rhyming, perfect timing
Now that Roc-A-Fella belong to Def Jam
My mic is my best friend from Rikers to San Quentin
Make a move in them eight by tens
Sharing light to my niggas in solitary, missing their commissary
And my niggas traumatised from hearing their momma cry
My goons supply balloons for your baby momma ties
And my verses baptise every one of you rap guys
And my eyes the first family, more like the Fab Five
So step aside, let a real nigga take flight
I ain't hype, I'm the reincarnation of Eric Wright

(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me not riding
My life in that man's hands while he just deciding
(Niggas bleed like us) Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe
With all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol

[Techniec:]
Back in the 'hood with The Game off tour
Loving the coast like [?]
Yet still, gotta keep the K cutter close (Why)
Little niggas ain't go to [?]
'Til they all frying from the iron or they flying with the ghosts
With lying on the siren while they dying from the throat
When I withdraw my hands from the line of the coke
Nigga choke, then I retire in to smoke
To my natural habitat gold wires on the spokes
With the locs, like I'm supplying 'em with dope
A-16 bar like they firing up an O
Designer the flow, grinding on the low
Keep a bad little bitch with a diamond on her toe
Blinding when I glow, stop crying I'm a pro
Techniec the streets 'til it's time for him to go
Or 'til they put some hot through us
I'm a fighter and the truest since Joseph Louis

[The Game:]
So the recipe is, we bake 'em soon as Dre bake 'em
Aftermath hit makers from Compton and Jamaica
Now, where else do we gotta take 'em? New York to see Jacob
I'm L.A.'s king, ski mask like Jason
Pendleton like Freddy, red and black plague
Gangbanging for ever, got 'em waving white flags
Cocaine Range, all white mags
Tell the white liar, leave you in a white bag