[Hook]
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 back
I show you niggas how I move

[Bridge]
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta

[Verse 1]
Look at what you niggas made, ain't that a bitch
Created a monster, kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse, matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
Gimme a pen so I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
So I can talk about you faggot niggas ain't no thugs
While I'm at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car and you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the .38 snub
And a Banks album cause that's where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50, gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Mason fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing? Nigga gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear, gimme some ears
So I can hear police talkin when you disappear

[Hook]
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move

[Sample: Tony Yayo]
And I'd like to thank Game cause he's Mr Potato Head of the Year, 'n' a put together gangsta

[Verse 2]
Rolling through Connecticut in a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house, I don't see "Many Men"
Matter of fact, I don't see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer, why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Making me 5 times platinum wasn't part of his plan
Same shit same snitch, you know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And I bet every quarter in your "Piggy Bank"
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

[Hook]
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move

[Bridge]
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck you know you ain't gangsta

[Outro: Phat Rat]
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You bitch ass niggas
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This shit is R-E-A-L nigga!
Real nigga
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fucker
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
You somebodies son
You bitch ass nigga
I'ma catch up to your ass nigga
Muscle mouth ass bitch
That's alright though nigga
G-U-Not nigga
This is black wall street nigga
Tell me where you at
That's all we need to know nigga
Cause this is real nigga
This is the streets nigga
Brazil & Wilmington nigga
In case you didn't know nigga
That's right in the heart of COMPTON
You bitch ass nigga
And Olivia, get that mother fucking lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
The fuck is wrong with you
My niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
Ima fuck you up nigga
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat nigga
In case you forgot nigga
Double!

[Sample]
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a fuck
If you talk shit
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever
Whatever (Echoes)

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three