Laugh - DJ Ideal, The Game

It all started back in '02

I never thought Compton and Marcy would ever feud

I ain’t talkin' bout the big dude, big brotha to Kanye

Or da homeboy to the big dude

The fiance to Beyonce, had a protege

But wadn’t no protege

That was as cold as Dre’s

Fuckin with me, mc’s seen their coldest days

He from Compton, rap like he from New York in the golden age

First nigga since Ice Cube from California to make Funk Flex blow grenades

I’m on the stage

I hear the crowd callin' my name

They goin' (Game, Game)

But I’m not one so don’t try to play me

This goes for every nigga from Gucci Mane to Jay-Z

It’s not a diss nigga don’t catch feelins

I’ll pull out the pen D.O.C.

gave me a kill it

If I could show you all the faces of the MC’s that I ripped… ah you would

laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh

As the clock strikes twelve on my rolly

And this bitch from da Big Pimpin' video starts to blow me (blow me)

In the phantom, I start to fantasize

This shit get thicker than bitches in Atlanta thighs

It’s suicide… if you think you could fuck with the seven time platinum driver

of that land rover truck

And my ego bigger then the 26's, what if my pen had low pros

I could ride them beats, like I ride backstreets

After Snoop & Nas hang it up, its a track meat

Nigga this race is fixed

Game recognize Game, I ain’t never second place n' shit

My first 2 albums real basic shit

Spend half the time in the studio erasing shit

A Queens nigga made me mad, So I made some hits

And learned one thing, hip hop can take some dick (aaaah)

If I could show you all the faces of the MC’s that I ripped… ah you would

laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh

Half these rap niggas wiping they tears

The other half wonderin' how the fuck Game got here

I took some weed up to Frisco, came back with a demo

Drove to Dre’s studio came back in a limo

It was that simple

The cristal bottles and the bitches came later

And so did the haters

As the doc turns the nob on fader

And I turned the TV cause I’m tired of watchin' the raiders

Fast forward then Shaq gettin' traded

Then fast forward again then Shaq gettin' traded

And fuck all the time that was wasted

Beefin' with these wack niggas had me lost in the matrix

If I wanted the throne I would just take it

Put this .38 to yo dome bitch and just take it

I’m the music and it’s time to face it

You niggas so fuckin' pussy I can taste it

If I could show you all the faces of the MC’s that I ripped… ah you would

laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh

If I could tell you all the things that I would do to kill yo favorite MC you

would cry, you would cry, you would cry