Dropping the beat, Shyne goes on to claim Game's Blood ties aren't real and to say he can have Game killed. Check out the verse below.
"This little busta named Game wanna rhyme like Po
'Cause I rhyme like gold, I rhyme like I be climbin' out that Rolls
That nine? I'll let it blow, put five up in your clothes
Head shots leave you slumped, dumped, reclinin' at ya door
Oh, this is blasphemy
Your whole entire career patterned after me
I got shooters out in Cali that'll blast for me
You forgot? I'll put your chest where your back should be."
"Get what you came for
You the big, bad Blood? What you scared for?
I'll shoot that butterfly off your face
Tell Jesus, 'Peace,' and I'ma smile at your wake."
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