Artist: The Game
Album:  1992
Song:   92 Bars
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[The Game]
This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way, with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfuckin' slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Countin' singles in my Shaqs, stackin' Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the +Colt+, Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock/Roc, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my Young Gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California State Property, you niggas stuck with it
Brrring, sold Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac - blat!
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, Al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef, I'll cater
Game snap on everything, he like a fuckin' wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets gettin' tossed
Sixteen on your back like you fuckin' Jeff Goff
Your man actin' girly too, put thirty on his chest
Kanye shrug, bitch, welcome to the West
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick, yeah, check
Shout 'em out, I "just do it" like a fuckin' Nike rep
Bentley truck Chuck with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foamin' at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talkin' 'bout practice?
The Maybach is, A.I.
Artificial intelligence motherfucker, that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas, shoot the five
Tell the dealer "Pay me, don't be shy/Chi, he ain't from Do or Die"
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that, it was missin' teeth and nickel sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX, you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like pokin' holes in the Magnum
Used to ether niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fuckin' Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it, I ain't need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package through it
If the feds hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
(Huh!) Sittin' in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it, Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic movin' the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had "The Chronic", all I did was put the matches to it
Traffic movin' backwards through it, ever since I had the Buick
Known for puttin' cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay/'Ye, yeah I brought +Crack+ to +Music+
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes gettin' mad cause I'm smashin' through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a +Konvict+
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talkin' greasy
I'ma start fuckin' them DeJ Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefin' with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper and he gon' be pourin' out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mil'/Mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me, we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be drippin' like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep
I'm comin' through at 4 A.M. four deep to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet...
This ain't a diss nigga
This is All Lives Matter except this nigga's~!
 
{*instrumental fades out and The Game raps the next part acapella*}
 
This "1992" shit ain't no new shit
We in all black, you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fuckin' cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitchin' on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wantin' to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' +Vivrant Thing+ come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live nigga, you better move quick
And start thinkin' twice about who you hop in the coupe with