Lost Angels

[Intro: The Game] R-Mean Naaa mean? [R-Mean] Mother fucking game [Hook: Marka] My hood My block My city loves me For the things I do And there ain't no way to stop me They all seen where I've been Already know where I'm from But you can't go if can't follow in the footsteps of a lost angel [Verse 1: R-Mean] If you on top I'm 'bout to push you off B I'm like a wobbly bridge over treacherous waters Don't cross me I can give you my address Even give you the cross street You be usin' that mapquest Still I bet you get lost B It's R-Mean homie I don't squash beef I hold grudges You cross me and Ima kill all you mothafuckas Strictly spit the types of shit you feel So they be like "Yo he ain't Jewish but he is-Real" My yamaka us my dodger fitted Its a holocaust how the R will off these garbage soft rappers No Hitlers Came from humble beginnings Now we humble contenders With a flow that's sharp enough to circumcise all of your infants Yeah Homie I'm rocky in that slaughterhouse Cocky like your daughter's mouth Shawty's 'bout the bottles that we poppin' As we order rounds Its goin' down These bitches prove that And I don't eat her pussy I get other chicks to do that [Hook] [Verse 2: The Game] On my grind since '05 I had a cutless But I ain't have no drive All I ever wanted to be was a street nigga Dre put me in a freestyle battle to eat niggas So I did Now my kids in private school And I'm on private jets It ain't a fuckin' thing I regret There ain't a fuckin' thing I respect Except God Drinkin' Ace of Spades Pull every one of you niggas' cards Fuck every one of your broads No remorse Take the condom off Nut in that bitch And let the sperm take its course Dr. Evil My attitude worse than Styles P 10 times worse than Beanie Sigel I'm the sequel Speak my name and Ima see you You ain't never seen a devil in a bullet proof regal Clutchin 2 eagles like thick shoulder pads I'm the west coast king I know they mad But fuck 'em... [Hook] [Verse 3: R-Mean] So follow me Heaven my destination I'll show you that we in-hell like the sess we blazin I'm inspired like my lungs Cemetery off 'em These wack rappers Robitussin couldn't clear your coffin Your cornea show that you corny I carry California on me You couldn't Your vertebrae will crack Got you slippin' like a disc in a herniated back Fuckin' with this lost angel Homie I'm far from a saint though So who stoppin' the big bodies I'm coppin' the S class You push little C's like Junior Mafia So grab your dicks if you love Hip Hop And rub your mothafuckin' titties if you with me This for my city So if you new to this Peep how we do this shit The weak will get eat Cause the streets full of Judases The meek shall inherit Game bodying the rest Been grey but today the sun rises in the west [Hook]