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360 Bars Lyrics - Singles - Game

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while 

(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead 

(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the fed's 

(A Million) Bitches wanna give me head 

(A Million) Dollars in my bank account 

(A Million) Soundscan the first week out 

(A Million) Motherfukka's on my dick 

(A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt 

 

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Hit a break down... 

I'm the king, and you better respect it 

All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace 

Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug 

Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood 

Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD 

I did it for the C.P.T. 

Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town 

Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down 

I'm going away for awhile, call it a California vacation 

I call it a Bentley with a smile 

GOD bless the child, wit incredible style 

Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now 

I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit 

Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit 

Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers 

And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers 

Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards 

Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking 

My flow semi-automatic, blhow 

Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment 

Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya 

My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya 

I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova noise 

Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys 

Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style 

Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow 

20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now 

You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou 

Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth 

The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south 

10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house 

I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out 

Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better lines 

Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline 

Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick 

You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney 

I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney 

No more drama, no more beef wit 50 

And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360) 

Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage 

Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor 

That was '95, when Cube was in his prime 

You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine 

Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape 

My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face 

But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit 

And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick 

And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit 

Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick 

I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks 

Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick 

Getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick 

And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit 

I told 'em bomp, slow down baby 

Got to get this shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ 

She said 'fuck you,pay me 

So I left her in AZ 

That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z 

Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that 

Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's 

Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat 

Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP 

Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say that 

I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at 

Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets 

Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset 

Then he got ran out of Compton by my set 

Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects 

Nigga so lame, talking he gangbang 

Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang 

I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum chain 

The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame 

Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun 

the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done 

Be easy, I might give you a pass this once 

I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son 

Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood 

On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug 

After one meeting, I was right back in the hood 

Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood 

Now it's, Aftermath for good... 

Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face 

How that taste? 

Blow yo shit out fa'real, 

Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill 

I cook beef, like a steak on a grill 

Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell 

Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs 

I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue 

Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none 

Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son 

We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm) 

Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun 

You might win some, but you just lost one 

I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums 

Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves 

Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales 

Never that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat 

Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that 

Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice 

I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on "Ice" 

 

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A skee , let me ask you a question 

If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars 

Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get? 

(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta here man.. 

Go find something to do 

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