Game – Bigger Than Me – Lyrics

Bigger Than Me by Game

[Hook]

These niggas ain't bigger than me

These niggas ain't Nas ain't Jigga to me

These niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me

You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me

These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me

These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me

Niggas talking that shit, bout the new generation

Man Fuck these niggas, i'll slash your fucking faces

[Verse 1]

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock

Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch

Dick down the throat ass niggas

Old ho' ass niggas

Happy cause you went gold ass niggas

These niggas ain't spitting with me

You ain't sicker than me

Fuck out my section you ain't sitting with me

This for very important people

It's clear that we not equal

Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers

Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker?

Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker

California throne and I'm the King on this motherfucker

I don't wanna hear it

Weak ass lyrics

Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it

Old lost ass niggas

Voice crack when you talk ass niggas

Rolling blunts for the boss ass niggas

[Verse 2]

I came in with Ye', Jeezy and boss ass niggas

Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas

Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises

Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shit

May you Rest in Piss, you fuck niggas

Eh, Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas (yeah they fuck niggas)

Ain't no 3 stacks in your class

Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy

And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, bitch boy

And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

[Verse 3]

I was in the Double-XL

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 fuck with that Tec

That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck

This a 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 nigga, stranget

Fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy, fake ass jewelry

How I know? I'm at the pawn shop

Nigga better rob Jack and Flav for his alarm clock

Speaking of time, how much more till 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

Fuck 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 all 'bout

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

[Hook]

[Outro]

Eh Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker

I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker

The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker

Ride out

Blood money, we gon' ride out

Ride out

And don't think I won't send six niggas to your hide out

Rich Gang