Help 'em Out Lyrics - Game

The Game ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar 

Help 'Em Out 

[Chorus] 

(The Game) 

Kanyeezy help em out please 

Just bleezy help em out please 

M-Eazy help em out please 

Somebody go tell Free to help em out 

yeah, young neefy help em out 

dress up like RunDMC to help em out 

yo peedi, go see beans and break him out 

before i show these young dummies what beefing all about 

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(Cyssero) 

Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm back 

I was stompin' in Compton, loading my strap 

And niggas seem a little pissed 

Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist 

All it took was one verse, and game was convinced 

I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit 

How y'all talkin that Young Gun shit? 

Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip 

I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one young pit 

And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit 

Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know that 

On the stand pointin now look where Spado at 

Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards 

Only get to see outside when he in the prison yard 

And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell 

Than send you to jail 

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[chorus] 

(Cyssero) 

A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef 

A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard? 

I went from runnin' the underground 

To the Black Wall, so i'm still in charge 

You wanna holla at Game? now Cyss involved 

Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off 

Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls 

Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all 

I got little Neef complaining to Chris 

Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and he's sick" 

Yeah, i keep the thang on my hip 

And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he bangin a crip 

You should never bite the hand that feed you 

Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel 

And none of y'all clapped that chrome 

So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home 

And this cat not shook, 

That's why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked 

[chorus] 

(The Game) 

Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from 

Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz 

Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck with em 

Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them 

Now Def Jam can't even make a buck with em 

Cause they ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em 

When i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em 

Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in them 

A hundred pound slug slice right through them 

Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the Pumas 

hollows in one ear and out the other like a rumor 

He got shot before he got a chance to grow a sooner 

Then i'ma drive by lootin and choose 

Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he chewin his food 

Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool 

You gonna make me, make Jay lose his cool 

[chorus] 

(The Game) 

First buddens, the bleek, then the whole g-unit 

that's a staff, record label and a motherfuckin group 

now you little faggots 

i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self 

The new Prince of Philly...RockStar