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The Game ft. Cyssero AKA
'Em Out

(The Game)
Kanyeezy em out please
Just help em out please
M-Eazy em out please
Somebody go Free to help em out
yeah, neefy help em out
dress up like to help em out
yo peedi, go see beans and him out
before i show these dummies what beefing all about

(Cyssero)
Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm
I was stompin' in Compton, loading my
And niggas a little pissed
Cause now i'm in the city huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist
All it took was one verse, and was convinced
I got the straight flow, i'm insane when i spit
How y'all that Young Gun shit?
Y'all young but y'all ain't y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm the Game's Gun and i'm one young pit
And bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
Chris is a snitch, even they know that
On the stand pointin now where Spado at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealing those prison guards
Only get to see outside he in the prison yard
And this some real nigga shit niggas rather give you a shell
Than send you to

(Cyssero)
A real ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga Cyss, so how you feelin hard?
I went from runnin' the
To the Wall, so i'm still in charge
You wanna at Game? now Cyss involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus niggas been slippin off
Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his and balls
Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't with y'all
I got little Neef to Chris
Like "what we do, he's with the Game and he's sick"
Yeah, i the thang on my hip
And i aim to draw blood a blood when he bangin a crip
You should never bite the that feed you
Sucking so much Hova dick, you done your back on Sigel
And of y'all clapped that chrome
So i wouldn't be you get smacked up when Mac come home
And cat not shook,
That's why i'm the most talked about Philly Mac got booked

(The Game)
Let me tell you the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young
Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck em
Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck them
Now Def Jam can't even a buck with em
Cause they ain't got them marie cuts in em
When i blaze, it'll like a truck hit em
Leave 'em a swisha in philly with no guts in them
A hundred pound slug slice right through
Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the
hollows in one ear and out the like a rumor
He got before he got a chance to grow a sooner
Then drive by lootin and choose
Put the Hemi in mouth while he chewin his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you'se the fool
You gonna make me, make Jay his cool

(The Game)
First buddens, the bleek, then the whole
a staff, record label and a motherfuckin group
now you faggots
i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin
The new of Philly...RockStar