เนื้อเพลง Bigger Than Me - The Game
เนื้อเพลง Bigger Than Me
[Hook:]
These n*ggas ain't Bigger Than Me
These n*ggas ain't Nas ain't Jigga to me
These n*ggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n*ggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n*ggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
N*ggas talking that sh*t, bout the new generation
Man F*ck these n*ggas, I'll slash your f*cking faces
You n*ggas ain't sold sh*t, not an album or a rock
P*ssy n*gga putting rings on my old b*tch
D*ck down the throat ass n*ggas
Old ho' ass n*ggas
Happy cause you went gold ass n*ggas
These n*ggas ain't spitting with me
You ain't sicker than me
F*ck out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people
It's clear that we not equal
Clear you n*ggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf*cker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf*cker
California throne and I'm the King on this motherf*cker
I don't wanna hear it
Weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it
Old lost ass n*ggas
Voice crack when you talk ass n*ggas
Rolling blunts for them boss ass n*ggas
I came in with Ye', Jeezy and boss ass n*ggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass n*ggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that sh*t
May you Rest in Piss, you f*ck n*ggas
Aye, Frank Ocean go ahead and f*ck these n*ggas (yeah they f*ck n*ggas)
Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, b*tch boy
N*ggas already f*cked your b*tch, you b*tch boy
And every time you kiss your b*tch you s*ck my d*ck, b*tch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b*tch carry my bricks, b*tch boy
I was in the Double-XL
Red Chucks round my neck
I was the G in the Unit
Had Buck in my set, word to the rhymes
Had Bust a bust around my set
Gave Who Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton
Where the glocc can't f*ck with that tech
That's on bompton
40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh
F*ck all these p*ssys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
[Hook]
Eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f*ck these f*ck n*ggas
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf*cker
I should let my daughter scream on this motherf*cker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf*cker
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n*ggas to your hide out
Rich Gang