(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the first round nigga
Go back to the drawin' board nigga
(Breathe!)
I'm built for dis baby
Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the radio station
I loved that nigga
Yamean
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep sayin' my name baby
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play games nigga
You a lyin' ass toungue ring faggot nigga(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back when I'm blastin' ya gat
Ya lungs collapse like a asthma attack
Nigga I make you hard to
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is D'mack'n ya brotha
And you still got clapped
Lay on ya back and try to
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't from the hood
Your first album went wood
And every week you get slap by Suge
Bitch nigga
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs gon' spray
It's like your boxed in with pepper spray
Nigga I make you hard to
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the code of the streets
I drag you from the 6-fo
By that G-Unit peice
You bitch
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really want beef
My shot niggas got that G-Unit peice
Buck I know you can't
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you never met Eazy
You're suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy
You gotta
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring
While Dre stick his dick in ya ass
You pretty dumb thing(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a G-Unit model
Ill fill you up with them hallows, you fall
I follow and watch you wallow
Now try to
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War like wakle
My chain glow I made doe
Since you had that tongue ring
And fade on the game show(nigga)
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and every G-Unit sneakers
Y'all tryin' to sing them high notes like Aretha
You gotta(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck Wall street
A gat to your cheek
And put your brains on the passenger seat
Game over he can't
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two into the four,
The Game want war, The Game got war
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The Regime ride
Game ride wit them, the game ova for them
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two into the four,
G-Unit want war, G-Unit got war
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The Regime ride
Game ride wit them, the game ova for them
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
It's war time
You bitches understand me
There's no fist fightin'
On sight I'ma blam you
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face with gun handles
You know me the definition of the land of the scanners
(Breathe!)
You pose for the camera
I carry my own blamma
Bury niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas
On the hood (Breathe!) you square
Death is a promise
No niggas know you from the jungles to the bottoms
Cuz' you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model
I was born with Pac, in the OE-bottle
You're a dick (Breathe!) ryda
Tryin' to fuck with which crews hotta
Match your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala
You're just (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone
You maricone
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and cell phones
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe
From E-1-4 to the Shaws
There's a price on your face you bitch

(Yukmouth)
Bitch Nigga!
You can't fuck wit us regeme life nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on your wall!
You aint got no money you bitch!
You at yo momma house, you punk!
You tongue ring queen!
Nigga!
You can't fuck with me man!
Stay off the internet you computer thug!
You don't want it nigga!
You don't want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden murdered you!
And Yuk gon dead yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we rock nigga
You just got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were tryin to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the next LL
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk
Fake ass blood
Nigga!