Kreayshawn landed on the cover of Complex’s October/November issue. But she wasn’t leaving the building without landing a shot on The Game.

Kreayshawn, born Natassia Zolot, would like to deal with Game more directly. “I wanna slap a grown-ass man in the face,” she says, defiantly. She then lightens the mood, joking about calling 50 Cent, but gets aggravated when her manager, Chioke “Stretch” McCoy, advises her not to respond. She counters with another plan of action.

“I’m going to say, ‘Game’s a weak ass Blood, he ain’t about to do shit.’” That also doesn’t go over well with Stretch, a charismatic, hulking black guy whose pedigree includes Mac Dre and Mistah F.A.B. She pushes back. “Am I just supposed to get dissed every day and be a weak ass little white bitch? Fuck that shit. I’m tired of people disrespecting me.”

Magazine is out on October 4.

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Kreayshawn Disses Game In Complex

The Game “The City”. Lyrics included below.

“Either I’m crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more”

The Game’s RED Album was released today and “The City” featuring rising West Coast rapper Kendrick Lamar is one of the stand out songs from the album.

Read the full The Game “The City” Lyrics after the jump.

The Game – The City Lyrics

[Intro]
Leave the angels in the city
Leave the angels in the city

[Verse 1]
Tell them muthaf-ckas I’m forever paid
California king wrestle gators in the Everglades
Drive up out that muthaf-ckin swamp in the Escalade
So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f-ckin resume
Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I’ma give em hurricanes until another Levee break
You niggas is featherweight, I’m Aftermath’s heavyweight
Now Dre’s weapon of mass destruction is ’bout to detonate
When a nigga wack found me, shit, I was selling weight
Now a nigga’s selling millions, now it’s time to celebrate
Performing in front of millions, nigga every race
64 in the ’64, now watch the Chevy scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? Then let ‘em hate
But I’m not stopping ’til I’m the f-cking king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I wrote that shot, I’m a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop
I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me
Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

[Verse 2]
I’m sick of muthaf-ckers talking about “the West died”
Can’t you hear my heart beating?
That’s the motherf-ckin West side, you test me, you test God
I’m his son, insane songs, you come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
You won’t have no time to run
I’m from the Compton slums and that’s how the West ride
I’m from the city where 2 of the best died
Rest in peace to both of ‘em, spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
Damn, I said I spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
Name your top 10, I’m harder than the most of ‘em
Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas, no particular order
Bet a mil that I slaughter, serve niggas, give a f-ck what you ordered
How dare you niggas pop fly
When I’m the nigga sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor’s Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the f-ck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Spill the red ink on the paper, it’s like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I’m the lost angel knocking on Satan’s door
What the f-ck y’all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
I’m Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti’s floor, walk up on you
Like “what’s going on baby boy?” Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I’m crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick, And I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don’t wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
Thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle’s dome
And I don’t condone dickriding
I’m addicted to Westsiding
Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
“Compton!”, a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit
Can’t block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit

[Outro]
Red, is a very emotionally intense colour.
It enhances Human metabolism, increases respiration rate and raises blood pressure.
It has a very high visibility, it is why stop signs, stop lights and fire equipments are usually painted red.
It also represents one third of California’s gang population.
Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area.
Also, tuck your jewellry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle.
Thank You! Enjoy it!

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The Game ft Kendrick Lamar – The City Lyrics

Game ft. Chris Brown – Pot Of Gold Official Music Video.

The RED Album drops August 23rd. Despite his confrontational nature and his obsession with name dropping I still like the Game!

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Video: Game ft. Chris Brown – Pot Of Gold

The Game – Pot Of Gold. Lyrics included below.

“Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be, Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me”

This is the official new single from the The Game’s R.E.D album featuring his buddy Chris Breezy. Download from XZ.

Read the full The Game Pot Of Gold Lyrics after the jump.

The Game – Pot Of Gold Lyrics

[Chorus]
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

[ verse 1]
There’s a mother out there right now,
About to have the next LeBron,
Searchin’ for a pot of gold like a leprechaun,
They say death comes in threes,
Whose next in line?
And I just lost a best friend for the second time,
Now I’m on a quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin’ time,
Yall don’t understand, I’m misunderstood,
Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good,
Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood,
It’s a cold world everybody need a hood,
And everybody doin’ time stay headstrong,
You still gotta chance to live,
Even though you’re dead wrong.

[Chorus]
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be,
Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me,
And yall should thank me,
But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can’t New Orleans Saint me.
I ain’t a saint B, I aint a god God,
I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall,
I’m lightin’ up for all my soldiers at war,
As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall,
Wayne just came home,
And Tip back on the yard dog,
Guess Pujols aint the only one playin’ hard ball.

[Chorus] (x2)
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold

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The Game ft Chris Brown – Pot Of Gold Lyrics

DJ Khaled (Ft Ludacris, T-Pain, Birdman, Ace Hood, The Game, Twista, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Fat Joe, Bun B, Jadakiss, & Waka Flocka) – Welcome To My Hood Remix Video.

Not quite the mooooovie you’ve all been expecting. Features the whole hood. Directed by Dayo. Khaleds getting that Nuvo money!

Check out the mammoth Welcome To My Hood Remix Lyrics here including the Mavado verse!

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Video: DJ Khaled ft Various Artists – Welcome To My Hood (Remix)

The Game – Violin. Lyrics and audio included below.

“Vehicular manslaughter when I’m behind the ‘Vette, Voluptious 22s and you aint seen these yet”

Off the Game’s Purp & Patron: The Hangover Mixtape.

Read the full The Game “Violin” Lyrics and audio after the jump.

The Game – Violin Lyrics

Red Aston Martin Vanquish
V12 sick
Red cranberry juice in my vodka

[Chorus]
Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet
Blow the smoke out and scream violence
Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin
Yeah The violin, yeah the violin

Game so violent, pass me a dutch, roll the violet
Blow the smoke out and scream violence
Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin
Yeah The violin, yeah the violin

[The Game - Verse 1]
I do beats so fuck ?
N-ggas see me in vegas
Blowin’ ?, gettin’ head in the Venetian
Vehicular manslaughter when I’m behind the ‘Vette
Voluptious 22s and you aint seen these yet
Zero to sixty, vomit
This chick ridin with me from Venice
And she out of this world, like a comet
Play with balls like Venus
Head game the meanest
And she used to model for Victoria’s secret
So I’m victorious
Word to Notorious
Screamin’ out victory, never became a victim see
I’m the vampire, sink this teeth into your bitch neck
Give her VVS stones and keep her fuckin wrist wet
Jimmy Iovine give me big check
Coz I valeted the Valentines Day Massacre
Put it on his desk
ThenIi vanished, in a red Vanquish
And left interscope bangin Dipset

[Chorus]

[The Game - Verse 2]
Who’s the first victim with their blood spilled on the horizon
Come through with more niggas more behind me than Verizon
I’m that villain like Ren was
You see what my pen does
Start a f-cking riot with my pen cause
I’m that n-gga turn your man into a vegetable
Stripes validated like Clue I’m a professional
Spit on video vixins, still f-ck Vida Guerra
Another word and Im cummin’ on your mascara
Let your mouth be the venue for this vendetta
Valet parked this beretta, in your v neck sweater
You know who I’m talkin to
I could vent but thats for mine, I spit venom
Coz half of these rap n-ggas is vagina
Speakin of vagina, Vidal Sassoon
Your bitch, my room, her head vacuum
And this aint no verbal assault
We outline enemies in any vicinity

[Chorus]

[The Game - Verse 3]
I heard Jay got the vapours
Dont respond, I rape em
Give em one bar John ?, Venezuelan, yeah
Flow sick, top models be the vaccine
Drop top Phantom, bangin’ no vaseline
N-ggas ill, come and burn down they village
Getaway car, Dodge Viper, missin’ the ceilin’
See I’m ’bout millions – love f-ckin’ virgos
In a village somewhere, sippin’ on Merlot
Game so vicious, yeah n-gga, they know
Broad day, broadway, blow like volcanoes
Eat like Sopranos gold bars and ?
Word to Funkmaster Flex, theres a vacancy in New York
So I volunteered to be the new king
New car, new ring
Show you how the westside do things
The southside do things
Bring out the choppas
Wear a vest, coz these shots aint no vodka

[Chorus]

Props: Lyrics submitted by AdamW

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The Game – Violin Lyrics

The Game – Lost. Lyrics included below.

“She was only in the six grade, the day I heard her scream, I should have hit you with the switch blade”

One of the Game’s deeper tracks off his Hangover mixtape. He talks about his dad and his younger sister.

Read the full The Game Lost Lyrics with audio after the jump.

The Game – Lost Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]
Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams
Wake up in cold sweats, can’t sleep,
Hit the kitchen for some Moet
I get drunk, but I ain’t never smoke no wet
Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex
Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex
Michael Jackson dead, which one of us ’bout to go next
Me, Mary J, Robin Thicke or Britney Spears
Nigga I ain’t afraid to die, tell the devil I’m right here
Hoe, I can take the strings out of these Nike airs
Tie it round the ceiling fan and end it right here
Kick the ladder cause I climbed that twice
Hate it or love it, I’m one blood nigga, it’s my life
And I can die if I want to, and mama you can cry if you want to
Just tell my sons the truth and as the maggots eat away at my flesh
Let this iced out cross, walk through the bones in my chest

[Chorus]
I can try my way (I’m lost)
I can’t find my way (lost)
I can’t find my way (I’m lost)
I can’t find my way (lost)
I can’t find way…

[Game - Verse 2]
If I tell the story you gotta keep it between us,
Only other niggas that know are Spliff Star and Buss
I call Buss when I need a shoulder
And I don’t always listen so he call me back and say “I told you”
But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in your child
And now how it feel to be 52 and have a son that’s a millionaire, and he don’t f*ck with you, daddy!
She was only in the six grade, the day I heard her scream, I should have hit you with the switch blade
Then she ran but I ain’t know which way, she ended up in Vegas doing everything her pimp say
I’ve seen her one Christmas with a black guy, I took her to the store and bought her shades with my last five,
My little sister is a prostitute, and I’ma tell you what I’m about to do.
Go get her cause she… (lost)

[Chorus]
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way

[Game - Verse 3]
Thats all I’m thinking on this Grey hound
Usually I’ll be in this seat with brids and a tre pound
But this time I riding for family
Like Khaled did for Ross, they hold it down in Miami
On my way to Michigan, not to see D12
I’m knocking on every door, “have you seen this female?”
Here’s a picture of my pretty baby sister
Here go one when she was ten and this one our last Christmas
Low light skinned girl, long curly black hair, sorry for wasting time, I know you probably don’t care,
Feel like I walk longer than just 8 miles
Ran into a borded up BMF safe house
Made me think about all the time I spent with Meech makin’ it rain in Magic city
When life was a Georgia peach
Now life is a rotton apple
Run faster than New York
You see my sister call me ‘cause life is too short to get (lost)

[Chorus]
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way

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The Game – Lost Lyrics

The Game and DJ Skee will be releasing another 10 tracks for his Purp & Patron Mixtape which will be called the Hangover.

Purp and Patron the Hangover mixtape will drop on Monday.

Still waiting on that RED album.

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Game – The Hangover (Trailer)

Game ft Lil Wayne – Su Woo. Lyrics and audio included below.

“I’m one blood, he’s the Carter with the dread locks”

New Weezy collab off Game’s Purp and Patron Mixtape out today.

Su Woo, Soo Woo or Soo Woop? The Lil Wayne verse has been previously released under all these names. Here we get the full version.

Read the full Game Su Woo Lyrics featuring Lil Wayne with audio after the jump.

Game ft Lil Wayne – Su Woo Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Pardon my gang affil,
But you’re stepping on a Rodney Dangerfield
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga,
Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk rich shit because I’m a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right side
East side until I die

You better change like it’s Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The Game]
Young Money
And thats perfect cause perfect is to me
What’s perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect bitch
How’s B, I passed the baton on Solange
I’m sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can’t see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa’s
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin’, yeah

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
We wear them chains like it’s Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[Game]
Can’t stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan’s
I’ll show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
Dead wrong aint it man
I told n-ggas I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin’
He sold a milli, I’m vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper planes
Riding through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob frames
We disappear like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers game
They playing the C’s with Paul Pierce Throwing The B’s
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I’m one blood, he’s the Carter with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change like it’s Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he’s from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that’s our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

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Game ft Lil Wayne – Su Woo Lyrics

Young Buck ft. Game – The Blues. Lyrics and audio included below.

“Been through it, the picture you see now I drew it, service myself, change the oil and transmission fluid”

The two former G-Unit members team up for a new song and there’s no mention of 50 cent!

Off Young Buck’s upcoming mixtape “Back On My Buck Sh-t Vol 2″.

Read the full Young Buck The Blues Lyrics featuring The Game with audio after the jump.

Young Buck ft. Game – The Blues Lyrics

[The Game]
I give n-ggas the blues
like an LA county jump suit
hop inside the phantom like the n-gga Donald Trump do
and just cruise control until I lose control
these rubberband tires sitting on two’s and four’s
I pick and choose my foes
and with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through his hole
touch my chedder bring out baretta’s
trying to floss be a boss
we do 6 hundreds or better
chopping up raw lettuce
my b-tch got a coke fetish
still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome (?)
Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
got me swimming through these b-tches like Mike Phelps
drop top phantom so the World know I’m hazing
catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthaf-cking bass and give n-ggas the blues

Yeah I give n-ggas the blues
drumma boy adjust the bass and give n-ggas the blues
I give n-ggas the blues
I give n-ggas the blues

[Young Buck]
been through it
the picture you see now I drew it
service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24′s
I’m still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio’s
filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
its money, power, respect
buddy you wrong
respect power and money
now what the f-ck is you on
this a dessert storm I get my Clue on
standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
can’t even f-cking move, I aint used to having no suit on
I’m doing what I do, ya’ll don’t think I moved on
with or without a crew
my bills is still due on the first like you
pull up in anything b-tch I’m BB King
and I break the rules
I will give n-ggas the blues

I give n-ggas the blues
take drumma boy beat and give n-ggas the blues
yeah
[End]

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Young Buck ft Game – The Blues Lyrics