The Game: Mr potato head

I Made You!Yes I Made You!Mr. Potatohead I Made You!I Made You!I Made You!Mr. Potatohead I Made You!Theres no batteries in my backI show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)50 ain't gangstaLloyd Banks ain't gangstaYayo ain't gangstaYoung Buck, you know you ain't gangstaLook at what you niggas madeAin't that a bitchCreated a monsterKicked me outta G-UnitPut me in converseMatter of fact give me a dickJust like Olivia so you can suck my shitGimme a penSo I can be the hardest in the clickWind me up nigga then gimme some lipsSo I can talk about ya faggotNiggas aint no thugsWhile im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white glovesSo I can cover my fingerprints in ya bloodI need a get away car you can put it on dubsMake sure its got a stash for the 38 snubAnd a Banks album cuz thats where I got my budsGimme muscles like 50Gimme Yayo handsGimme a collection plate for Ma fansGimme some glasses so I can watch Mason danceWho movin? You singing?Nigga gimme ya fansGimme a tattoo tearGimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappearI made youI made youI made youI made youMr. Potato HeadI Made youYes, I Made youMr. Potato Head I Made you!I Made youI Made You!Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)Theres no batteries in my backI show you niggas how I move.Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!Rolling through ConnecticutIn a stolen mini-vanStop at his houseI dont see many menMatter of fact I dont see any menOne plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant DanOfficer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his planSame shit same snitchYou know how it goesI smell a rat even if you take off my noseAnd i bet every quarter in your piggy bankLloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shankedNext time when the lights go outI'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come outWatch that man get ta tussling and the mice run outDon't gamble with ya life when my dice roll outI made youI made youI made youI made youI made youMr Potato Head I Made you!Yes I Made youMr Potato Head I Made you!I Made you!I Made You!Mr Potato Head I Made you!Theres no batteries in my backI show you iggas how I move (Move Echo)50 aint gangstaLloyd Banks aint gangstaYayo aint gangstaYoung Buck you know you aint gangsta(Phat Rat talks)G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!You bitch ass niggasCheck this out manI'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking gamesMr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian niggaThis shit is R-E-A-L nigga!Real niggaBlack wall streetWait waitLike I told you last timeIt's THE black wall street you bitch ass niggaAnd Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!You punk mother fuckerI'm still taking heat from my niggasFor looking at your mother fuckin' ass niggaYou somebodys sonYou bitch ass iggaI'ma catch up to your ass niggaMuscle mouth ass bitchThats alright though niggaG-U-Not niggaThis is black wall street niggaTell me where you atThats all we need to know niggaCus this is real niggaThis is the streets niggaBrazil & Wilmington niggaIn case you didn't know niggaThats right in the heart of COMPTONYou Bitch ass niggaAnd OliviaGet that mother fucking lil' ass redMother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that videoEverybody can you see your balls bitch' The fuck is wrong with youMy iggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass niggaIma fuck you up niggaIt's your fault50 SnitchThis is Phat Rat niggaIn case you forgot niggaDouble!Mr. Potatohead I Made You!I kill who is my enemyI don't give a fuckIf you talk shitI make you a follower yeahYou crack me up kidYour stupidI'm much more agile then everGot more style so yo whateverWhateverWhatever (Echoes)