[Chorus: The Game]
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
[Verse 1: Big Hit]
Happy Ru Year, L gang through the spear
Went straight through his ear, pick 'em straight up on a tear
Sneaky motherfucka, gotta watch blood
Iffy motherfucka 'bout to pop blood
On pops, blood, I got hot slugs
On God, got the plug on the blocks, blood
This shit ain't nothin', blood done pumped up, stuntin'
Been frontin' lil' cuz so much work, blood buggin'
I don't do no pussy footin', I blow smoke on you niggas
Throw coke on you niggas, now y'all some dope niggas
Niggas beg, I don't hit 'em up with somethin' proper
I just laugh, hit 'em up with somethin' proper
I been taught since a youth how to duck 'em and weave 'em
Pray to never trust a bitch, just fuck 'em and leave 'em
Niggas act like this paper just fell in my palms
Like I ain't never scrape up, the gun fell in my palms
Hell nah, I ain't stuntin', blood, I never had nothin'
Servin' counterfeit substance, stackin' up somethin'
Ain't no bluffin', I'm cuffin', if it's slippin', it's me
Ain't no fakin', if it ain't makin' money, miss me
Not your average G, took advantage of things
Then advance into corporate world, managing things
Y'all don't like it, could tell 'cause you ain't so excited
Hope I fall in the hands of the law-indicted
Wishful thinkers, I know you niggas hate me deep
Hopin' that the nigga Chauncey never wake when he blink
But oh no, not me, another mornin', I'm free
With my lungs filthy, off the purplest trees
Niggas don't wanna be the big part of the picture
Can't reject, I made it hectic and hard for you niggas
[Chorus: The Game]
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
[Verse 2: The Game]
Step off the porch like it's an S on my chest
Flesh of my flesh like Dark Man X
Teflon vest and that's just for the pocket, look
Plus I took the same amount of shots that nigga Pac took
Grimey, ski mask but he don't ski
Fuck havin' cameras in the crib, I just want sleep
Tear gas under doors where the dro seep
Tables do turn, now we in the field, four deep
On a mission, with the V-12 hissin'
Clips get to clickin' when my name get mentioned
Cartier frames got blood lookin' nerdy
Try not to scare the hoes, but I'll do a nigga dirty
He wanted smoke, said a lil' red birdie
Now look at 'em, all stiff, obituary all wordy
Had his niggas lined too, but its bool though
Party in the 'Dena, Big Hit, you a fool, bro
[Chorus: The Game]
Bleed the block with a pocket full of rocks
Rag on my face, hundreds balled in my socks
Breached-up khakis, Cutlass on stocks
Bickin' back, bein' bool, got the drop on the opps
Pull up, pull out, Happy Ru Year
Fireworks, let the K scream, Happy Ru Year
Put yo' drank in the air, tell 'em who here
Toast to the B team, yup, Happy Ru Year
