X-Raided - Telephone Game

Come on boys and girls
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
When they whisper to someone else they'll tell the wrong name
When it comes back around who the hell they gon' blame
When Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang
You drew first blood cuz u got some long fangs
Hatin just becuz u hoes want fame/

Ok
What's his background
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Stupid bitch
Tried help a rat 50 Cent me
Yeah
You fell for it
You already resent me
Yeah
Only a select few willin' to represent me
Yeah
I went thru hell and this the gift the devil sent me
Terry Gonzales was a stranger from Modosto
Oh
He killed a kid
He was tryna make his rep grow
Whoa
He went to Tracy, sent the sarge a lil note
Said he had some information 'bout a murder he could quote
Okay
They came to see em and he asked em for immunity
Naw
District attorney rejected him with impunity
Awww
He made the choice to roll over on his homies
No
Like fuck y'all I'm goin home as a parolee
Gave the cops an interview like Geraldo Rivera
Tellin everything he knew about Gerardo Herrera
And Victor Barragan
And Luis Dominguez
Got Life without parole and he was still pointin fingaz

What's his background
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Stupid bitch
Come on Terry tell the truth bro
You went to prison for killin the son of Kerry Macdougall
A 14 year old boy
November in '02
Wrote the cops and snitched as soon as you got to Tracy fool
You dropped out the Norte and went SNY
Only to join another gang when you hit the other side
Yeah
I was there, mindin my business makin' music
Yeah
He slithered up on me, asking me how to do shit
Naw
I played stupid, I wouldn't give him the plug
Went and googled his name and BANG, there it was
DANG
He started complaining, I wouldn't give him love
I ain't feel a lick of fear, nigga this is what I does
Went and gave em the paperwork, told em to look it up
Turns out they were aware, and none of em gave a fuck
Ok
They congregated and choose their next move
Demanded two gees from me and I laughed like wooo

What's his background
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Bitch I'll leave on a stretcher 'fore I give your ass a soup
Other than that handle your business, do what you gotta do
I ain't hidin from you hoes, I survived worse than YOU
Salinas Valley '99, Dirty Weather tellin the TRUTH
Ok
He pulled a knife on me and I hit him in the chin
His knees wobbled, he stabbed me and I hit his ass again
His homies tried to help him, fuck it I'll slang with all y'all
On my feet the whole time bitch I never took a fall
The lil homie from Cedar Block ran over to help
Muthafuckas started jumpin on him, he was by himself
Ain't a cop bust a shot, with the block gun or the mini
Signs say no warning shots but they never fired any
Ok
It's gettin clear now, they workin with the cops
Yeah
I ain't surprised, I always seen em as the opps
Naw
No charges, no court, I never said a thang
Then they hopped on the Internet smuttin up my name

Come on boys and girls
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
When they whisper to someone else they'll tell the wrong name
When it comes back around who the hell they gon' blame
When Van Helsing ride up tryna impale their whole gang
You drew first blood cuz u got some long fangs
Hatin just becuz u hoes want fame/

Ok
What's his background
Did you check the source
Did you bother to look and see if you respect the source
Let a stranger whisper in your ear
Posted and repeated it
If you knew the source you pro'ly woulda deleted it
Yeah
You played the telephone game
Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Written by:
Anerae Brown

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