Get Outta My Face

Grown man music mothafucker No low kids shit Monstablokaz Shit is crazy right Mozez baby Let's go Chorus You know just how we do it Monstablokaz ...blockaz.... music Gettin money while we make this music Taking money while you out loosin You know just how we do it In the fresh new whips I'm cruisin 100 deep in the club we movin No love in the game So get outta my face Verse 1 (The Game) Can't get me While I move like that Sixtrain Impalla A fucker Maybach Bottom line Yeah go deep Spend a lot'a points in the middle Consult a fuck in it Is comptin bitch Who gon stop it Nigga wit the attitude When he blow that forth fifth I'm used to this shit If I say it I mean it And I envy out clips Like I do my own english Verse 2 (Keon Bryce) Fuck the police Like Dre said If I had money on a nigga hand Then they dead Street is talkin He ain't always been a gangsta Soon as my brother died It was me and the savers Chorus Verse 3 (Raptile) MC's come and go Like G on my sidecic Everybody tryin get The beats I did Is grown man music Read from my lips Your rapers sound like Desperate housewifes They all think they got the game alive Cause they made a few G's And got the chain on top If you ain't on my level I won't fight you,no I'll just treat you like taxes Write you off If you buzz I might write a song Or just throw one line And whipe you dogs It's stackin blacks And you callin me out Trust me bitch We bring the war to your house And that's just the way it is Son your crew run run run run (your crew run run) I just cop the prop On the top ten ap And I will keep it locked Till the day I pass Chorus Verse 4 (Beloved) No hailin I ain't forget you punks You can hop in the made back You can fit in the trunk Brooklynn's back Chill dog Hold it that The name's Beloved,nigga Ain't no hoes in that Been a G since '78 Crome me bad No matter how famous I was Never aimeed wit a rat Okay okay okay That ain't get you bit How you eatin baby food for weeks like ******* Nigga this promise What fans is gone How you gonna brag When your biggest hit was a bunny song Man,he's hot,he's warm I belong to the top Ya niggas scared You should get a dog and call it POP Chorus So get outta my face