THE GAME - 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

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THE GAME - 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

Article 92 Bars. Article Diss. Article MEEK MILL. Article THE GAME.


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 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 motherfucking slick back
 No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
 Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking 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, 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
 Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk
 Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
 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 fucking 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 getting tossed
 16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
 Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
 Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
 YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
 Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking 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 foaming 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 talking about 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 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 missing 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 poking holes in the Magnum
 Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
 Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking 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 fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
 Sitting 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 moving the way to Aftermath to do it
 Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it
 Traffic moving backwards through it
 Ever since I had the Buick
 Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
 And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
 Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
 And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 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 convict
 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 talking greasy
 I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
 I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
 Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring 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 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 dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
 Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming 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

 This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
 We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
 With guns big enough to sink a fucking 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 snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
 And I've been wanting 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 thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with
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