The Game ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar   Help 'Em Out      [Chorus]   (The Game)   Kanyeezy help em out please   Just bleezy help em out please   M-Eazy help em out please   Somebody go tell Free to help em out   yeah, young neefy help em out   dress up like RunDMC to help em out   yo peedi, go see beans and break him out   before i show these young dummies what beefing all about      (Cyssero)   Fresh off the tour bus, homie i'm back   I was stompin' in Compton, loading my strap   And niggas seem a little pissed   Cause now i'm in the city with huge canary yellow diamonds on my little wrist   All it took was one verse, and game was convinced   I got the straight jacket flow, i'm insane when i spit   How y'all talkin that Young Gun shit?   Y'all young but y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip   I'm the Game's Young Gun and i'm one young pit   And i'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit   Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know that   On the stand pointin now look where Spado at   Stuck behind prison bars, dealing with those prison guards   Only get to see outside when he in the prison yard   And this some real nigga shit real niggas rather give you a shell   Than send you to jail       [chorus]      (Cyssero)   A real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef   A real nigga that's Cyss, so how you feelin hard?   I went from runnin' the underground   To the Black Wall, so i'm still in charge   You wanna holla at Game? now Cyss involved   Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all niggas been slippin off   Chris stole Jay hov's style, get off his dick and balls   Y'all rappers can't rap, that's why Mac ain't stick with y'all   I got little Neef complaining to Chris   Like "what we gonna do, he's with the Game and he's sick"   Yeah, i keep the thang on my hip   And i aim to draw blood like a blood when he bangin a crip   You should never bite the hand that feed you   Sucking so much Hova dick, you done turned your back on Sigel   And none of y'all clapped that chrome   So i wouldn't be suprised you get smacked up when Mac come home   And this cat not shook,    That's why i'm the most talked about Philly since Mac got booked      [chorus]      (The Game)   Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from   Grew up in nice town, how they call themselves the Young Gunz   Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck with em   Free signed to Jay, and R O C got stuck with them   Now Def Jam can't even make a buck with em   Cause they ain't got them teairra marie cuts in em   When i blaze, it'll feel like a truck hit em   Leave 'em like a swisha in philly with no guts in them   A hundred pound slug slice right through them   Hit the corner, bullets curve like the logo on the Pumas   hollows in one ear and out the other like a rumor   He got shot before he got a chance to grow a sooner   Then i'ma drive by lootin and choose   Put the Hemi in Neef mouth while he chewin his food   Everybody in Philadelphia know that you'se the fool   You gonna make me, make Jay lose his cool      [chorus]      (The Game)   First buddens, the bleek, then the whole g-unit   that's a staff, record label and a motherfuckin group   now you little faggots   i sold more records for y'all than y'all did your motherfuckin self   The new Prince of Philly...RockStar