The Game - Bigger Than Me

 

Lyrics to Bigger Than Me by The Game

 [Hook] These n-ggas ain't bigger than me These n-ggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These n-ggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These n-ggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These n-ggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me N-ggas talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man F-ck these n-ggas, I'll slash your f-cking faces [Verse 1] You n-ggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock Pussy n-gga putting rings on my old bitch Dick down the throat ass n-ggas, old ho' ass n-ggas Happy cause you went gold ass n-ggas These n-ggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me F-ck out my section you ain't sitting with me This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal Clear you n-ggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf-cker? Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf-cker California throne and I'm the King on this motherf-cker I don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it Old lost ass n-ggas, voice crack when you talk ass n-ggas Rolling blunts for the boss ass n-ggas I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass n-ggas Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass n-ggas Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shit May you Rest in Piss, you f-ck n-ggas, eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f-ck these f-ck n-ggas (Yeah, they f-ck n-ggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy [Break] N-ggas already f-cked your bitch, you bitch boy And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, you bitch boy And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy [Verse 2] I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f-ck with that Tec That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy n-gga Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop N-gga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house F-ck all these pussys, give me any name to call out Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out Landed in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all out Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker [Hook 2] These n-ggas ain't bigger than me These n-ggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These n-ggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These n-ggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These n-ggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me N-ggas talking that shit, 'bout a new generation Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces F-ck n-ggas [Outro] Frank Ocean go ahead and f-ck these f-ck n-ggas "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf-cker Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf-cker I should let my daughter scream on this motherf-cker The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf-cker Ride out Blood money, we gon' ride out Ride out And don't think I won't send six n-ggas to your hide out Rich Gang