You Know What It Is Vol 4 (Mixtape) lyrics

[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)

[Intro]
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (And the doctor's advocate)
Beluga Heights! (Let's go)

[Chorus: Sean Kingston] (The Game)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (All the way to Dade County)
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Intro]

Aye yo dis be da reason why I do dis shit
Stright da fuck outta Compton
Reapin' that muthafuckin' N.W.A.
I got a lot of love fo' Dre
No Dre beats on da Album
But it ain't no love loss nigga, thats ma nigga
We do it fo' da muthafuckin' WESTSIDE NIGGA WHAT!!!

[Verse 1]

Soon as the breaks hit da snare
My Dodger Fitted in da air
I graduated form da school of Hard Knocks like yea

[Verse 1]
These rap niggas hate and they smile in my face
The rabbit niggaz mad cos the turtle won the race
And, the radio debate what the fuck they going to play
All the hot shit is my shit; they take what I say.
play scrabble with my words and put it on the front page.
They go find a picture of 5

[Verse 1]

Nigga i lock the whole block up
See the block what
You can't stop us or drop us
Long nose, sluggin the drop what
We real niggas
Compton blood runnaz and gunnaz
The red raiders been on hiatus
Made it back for the summer
Fuck rap, it aint about that
Hip hop is dead
You whack rappers broke one in the head
Now I said it he aint regret it
I talk to him
Any nigga disagree

[Intro]
Big Things Come In Small Packages Motherfucker.

[Hook:]
You Krazy I Say When The Nigas Gona Shoot. You Krazy I Say When The Nigas Gona Drop Something. You Dont Really Want It Better Stop Fronting Cuz When The Things Come Out We Gona Drop Something

[Chorus Marsha Of FLoetry]

To everybody who knows my story
To all those who came before me
My time is now, i'm gonna do it all over again
Ain't nothin' new, ain't nothin' changed
I'm still gonna do it my way
I still remain, so tell me why you hate the game?
oh no oh no
so tell me why you hate the game?
oh no no no
this time i'll do it better just because

[Nas]

[Verse 1]