Why U Smell Like Dat

[Fat Joe phone call]

Yea, yea what up, it's Crack

What up Game

My muh'fuckin' nigga Skee

Do ya muh'fuckin' thing, pap, pap

All these other niggas lay down bitch ass niggas

Crack nigga

[Intro: The Game]

Hurricane Game

The first family bitch

M.O.B

And that's Money Over Bitches!

[Bridge: The Game]

I smell pussy

Is that you Banks?

I smell pussy

Is that you Sha?

I smell pussy

Is that you Tony?

I smell pussy

It's Olivia's draws

Y'all niggas is pussy

[Verse 1: Cyssero]

I blaze with the Kays

It ain't hard to reach you now

I'm wit the Game

And you lames in the bleaches now

You can hear my name

Outta your speakers now

You soft fabrics

Don't make me bleach you down

Put spots on ya

And I'm talkin' infared

Put Glocks on ya

And I'm sparkin' till ya dead

You gotta brand new coffin' for a bed

But you'll sleep forever

Six feet deep wit Ice

[Verse 2: The Game]

Money Over Bitches!

Fuckin' wit the M.O.B

You get beat wit shovels

Yo God! You from New York

Then meet the devil

Niggas hidin' out

Hopin' that the beef would settle

Whoever knew G-Unit made pink stilletos

Ask Buck if I squeeze my metal

Life is to short so I eat, sleep, shit and breathe the ghetto

The Los Angeles king

No hockey mask 'cause when you try to hide your face

You get shot in tha ass, coward

[Hook]

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

(How he die?)

Hurricane dun shot him in the head

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

[Cyssero]

(How he die?)

Cyssero dun shot him in the head

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

(How he die?)

[Techniec]

Techniec dun shot him in the head

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

'Cause that nigga dead

(How he die?)

[Eastwood]

Eastwood dun shot him in the head

[Verse 3: Techniec]

Yeahhhh

Techniec ain't the one ah

Who is to be done ah

Four five gun put them bitches on the run, got

Four five guns like I'm movin' wit a ton

'Cause when shit get heavy we gon' hit 'em wit them dums

Niggas they some bums I'ma put that on my sons

I'm a boss like a boss 'fore they hit me wit them crumbs

Dig me wit a deal, nigga stick me in them slums

Hit us with the mills, if ya hit ??? ???

[Verse 4: Eastwood]

I call it murder man's music

The verbal confusion is no illusion and I'm married to the mob now, I kill fuck a bruised chin

Deleted and executed, processed and prosecuted

The Mob we undisputed, Black Wall not G-Unit

And he's hot

He's not but he flop when he drop the heat cocked

Fill him wit heat rocks

My Hurricane Games got me pumped like Reeboks

Leave bullets in his neck and tell the nigga to beatbox

[Hook]

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

(How he die?)

Hurricane dun shot him in the head

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

[Cyssero]

(How he die?)

Cyssero dun shot him in the head

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

That nigga dead

(How he die?)

[Techniec]

Techniec dun shot him in the head

[The Game]

Why he smell like that?

'Cause that nigga dead

(How he die?)

[Eastwood]

Eastwood dun shot him in the head

[Verse 5: Cyssero]

Ghea, you niggas role play thugs

All I need is a ol gray snub and a OJ glove

It fit, you'll get tagged wit the mag get'cha ass wet

Shots make ya body bounce like a bad check

Cyss blast techs

I ain't the one ah

'Cause tricks is for kids and that'a get ya son shot

[Verse 6: The Game & Cyessero]

The Game: So we outside the elementary wit our guns cocked

Like "Hi little man"

Cyssero: It's Blue's Clue's

The Game: And SpongeBob

Cyessero: Ghea so I walk wit Game

'Cause I'ma walk in flame

The boys in blue a have to come chalk ya frame

'Cause I'm sparkin' thangs

I leave like the Tin Man and the Sacrecrow, no heart and brains

Wall Street draw heat when it's poppin' off

Aim for the logo on ya hat then knock it off

See I'm the K.I. double L, E.R

Squeeze off them shells, yellin'

See y'all in hell