"My Game" genre: Hip Hop
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	CD: My Album   Label: Joe Squared Records Credits: My Song, Your Money
	Story Behind the Song Lyrics My Game "You know, I see a bunch of trailer park niggers and whiteys in the rap game today. Mutha Fuckers think they can leave, but they will always be trash. They rhymes is trash, they looks is trash, they just plain pitiful…that’s my humble opinion anyway" Bubba, Nas, tupac, and method man, Busta, Dre, Snoop Dog, and Eminem. All you bitches claim is that u the men, but all you are is clucking hens, go back to your fucking pig pens Dirty wiggas and niggas, quick to squeeze the trigga, only wanna count figyas, but theres something much bigger Beyond your realm, it would overwhelm, but its in my helm, I can see it, u cant reach it, I can preach it and teach it, all u can do is eat shit Y'all lived hard lives, beaten as kids, now you got this cash and are flippin yo lids, smoking blunts, hittin cunts, 11 sons, don’t know one Praisin the lord for your success, askin him to forgive your trespasses, hopin your life lasts, cause u don’t know when u'll get blasted Callin yoself prophets, just stop it, who u kidding, couldn’t prophesize a cock in your ass when your on d block, or was it c I wouldn’t know im not the one who was in jail in three cities Think you run this shit (I do) I just won this shit I got news for you (whats that) that’s my news for you Im the top rap cat (that so) im the top rat cat Damn right mutha fucka (hell no) damn right mutha fucka So you wanna battle? (lets go) you just lost the battle A bunch of fake niggas think they run this industry, that’s all a crock of shit to me, when I can step to the mic a first time, get an ovation at the drop of a dime, yet I get treated like I committed a crime, is it cause im white or rich, people call me trite and a bitch, yea that’s right im white, don’t come from a slum, stuyvesant alum, college educated, from the ghetto I never graduated, but ghetto means r-rated, im more like a g, call me corny, call me lame, but the g goes in my wallet, I got plenty, im not escaping from riker rapin, just tapin my lines, one at a time, dining on fine wine, tryin to climb, to the top of hill, i know I have to earn my ticket, by why must I deal with the pickets, little bitches chirpin like crickets, these dicks makin me defiant, Im growin into a giant, keeping niggas silent, big rappers are reliant, upon me, youll see, ill be a tree, u a shrub, fuckin scrub, roll your dub, im a bear u a cub, fuckin schlub, have fun at yo club, but youll always be my sub Think You run this shit?(I do) I got news for you (whats that) Im the top rap cat (that so) Damn right mutha fucka (hell no) I just won this shit that’s my news for you im the top rat cat damn right mutha fucka you just lost the battle

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