Post by Desperado on Jan 2, 2006 0:15:09 GMT -5
[INTRO]
The Game is going down,
Fresh Skillz... thought we was cool,
No matter... this is a retaliation,
B-B-B-Bonafide baby //
[VERSE 1]
So who does this Game think he is?,
trying steal my spotlight... tisk tisk,
always talking about some gay sh*t,
I suspect he's the one in those gay flix //
[VERSE 2]
Why don't you try to trash talk without copying a song?,
"Oh Oh Oh... Man I wanna do 300 bars",
that's the real Game's freestyle you loser,
you ain't nothing but a half-assed poser //
[VERSE 3]
I'll rip you to shreds you don't even understand,
are you scared of me man?,
I told you to trash talk me like a man,
your too scared... you needed Fresh to lend you a hand //
[VERSE 4]
I bet half those verses aren't even yours Game,
I bet you took Fresh's and put your name,
I bet you did that because your so lame,
I bet you think that would give you fame //
[VERSE 5]
And what you doing hangin' around this loser Fresh?,
Game ain't nothing but a punk anyway,
Rappin' with him will lead you to your doom,
I even saw Game spying on the boys lockeroom //
[VERSE 6]
But lemme tell ya a little something you should know,
You play like sh*t in CSSL,
You think you a hustler?,
Dang boy you ain't even a starter //
[VERSE 7]
I bet it's hard to believe,
but no one likes a wannabe rapper in this league,
so you betta quit before you get yourself hurt,
or you'll be lying outside under the dirt //
[VERSE 8]
Bonafide is the real playa runnin' this whole show,
Game can't even come up with his own flows,
Call yourslef a winner?,
I got them rings... you just a window shoppa //
[VERSE 9]
It's funny how Game tries to make it seem he's so cool,
saying all this crap that Nike is worse than Game,
What is Nike's record... 13-2,
you are just the reverse... 2-13 //
[VERSE 10]
I know it hurts... so if you wanna get out now... then do so,
because this is only the start,
this is like target practice with both my eyes closed,
hittin' the bullseye everytime in the dark //
[VERSE 11]
Coming up against me fool?,
you don't know who ya messin' with,
this is like Davis and Goliath... and guess which one is you,
let's just say you lose... catch my drift? //
[VERSE 12]
And let's not even start about your ryhmes,
they stink almost as bad as your skills,
talking about gay sh*t all the time,
think they are hot?... boy take some pills //
[VERSE 13]
Don't cry like a little baby now,
because all I'm saying is the cold hard truth,
and by the way... your girl is gonna have a baby now,
because she took a cold hard BONA-fide in your bedroom //
[VERSE 14]
Fresh man... sorry I don't have time for ya,
but I got no beef with ya so I was suprised,
you could of gotten a much betta rap partna,
or at least someone who could rap (or try) //
[VERSE 15]
That's all the time I got for now playas,
looks like I matched your 16-verse diss,
or should I say Fresh's 16 verses,
Now we all now who is the REAL balla //
The Game is going down,
Fresh Skillz... thought we was cool,
No matter... this is a retaliation,
B-B-B-Bonafide baby //
[VERSE 1]
So who does this Game think he is?,
trying steal my spotlight... tisk tisk,
always talking about some gay sh*t,
I suspect he's the one in those gay flix //
[VERSE 2]
Why don't you try to trash talk without copying a song?,
"Oh Oh Oh... Man I wanna do 300 bars",
that's the real Game's freestyle you loser,
you ain't nothing but a half-assed poser //
[VERSE 3]
I'll rip you to shreds you don't even understand,
are you scared of me man?,
I told you to trash talk me like a man,
your too scared... you needed Fresh to lend you a hand //
[VERSE 4]
I bet half those verses aren't even yours Game,
I bet you took Fresh's and put your name,
I bet you did that because your so lame,
I bet you think that would give you fame //
[VERSE 5]
And what you doing hangin' around this loser Fresh?,
Game ain't nothing but a punk anyway,
Rappin' with him will lead you to your doom,
I even saw Game spying on the boys lockeroom //
[VERSE 6]
But lemme tell ya a little something you should know,
You play like sh*t in CSSL,
You think you a hustler?,
Dang boy you ain't even a starter //
[VERSE 7]
I bet it's hard to believe,
but no one likes a wannabe rapper in this league,
so you betta quit before you get yourself hurt,
or you'll be lying outside under the dirt //
[VERSE 8]
Bonafide is the real playa runnin' this whole show,
Game can't even come up with his own flows,
Call yourslef a winner?,
I got them rings... you just a window shoppa //
[VERSE 9]
It's funny how Game tries to make it seem he's so cool,
saying all this crap that Nike is worse than Game,
What is Nike's record... 13-2,
you are just the reverse... 2-13 //
[VERSE 10]
I know it hurts... so if you wanna get out now... then do so,
because this is only the start,
this is like target practice with both my eyes closed,
hittin' the bullseye everytime in the dark //
[VERSE 11]
Coming up against me fool?,
you don't know who ya messin' with,
this is like Davis and Goliath... and guess which one is you,
let's just say you lose... catch my drift? //
[VERSE 12]
And let's not even start about your ryhmes,
they stink almost as bad as your skills,
talking about gay sh*t all the time,
think they are hot?... boy take some pills //
[VERSE 13]
Don't cry like a little baby now,
because all I'm saying is the cold hard truth,
and by the way... your girl is gonna have a baby now,
because she took a cold hard BONA-fide in your bedroom //
[VERSE 14]
Fresh man... sorry I don't have time for ya,
but I got no beef with ya so I was suprised,
you could of gotten a much betta rap partna,
or at least someone who could rap (or try) //
[VERSE 15]
That's all the time I got for now playas,
looks like I matched your 16-verse diss,
or should I say Fresh's 16 verses,
Now we all now who is the REAL balla //