The Game Ringtones

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This indo, produced by Timbo Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop G-G-G-G-G - young homie got shit locked Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo' 50 cent know I'm Compton most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin The next Hova, from the home of the best doja Makin all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) My unit is Guerilla Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love", tell em to keep movin If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't Passin through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

I'm, I'm with you I'm, I'm with you To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? So tell me why you hate the game? Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters Felon, fights behind me on the intersection ***, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I wanna board 'em Wonderin' if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze Oh, this time, I do it better just because 'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game *** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career The endin' of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz *** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my *** from time to time Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac And we just eatin' off rap, one love To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because It ain't over, ladies and gentleman I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze I got a couple people in the house with me Usually we do this at the beginning But we gon' do it at the end this time I wanna take you to church real quick So I'ma need some help, I need some people up I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry Ah, yeah there we go The sun is shinin' down on us right now We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along Catch a lil' Holy Ghost And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin' By the end of this record, He gon' change all that Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody, please join in Your life ain't good, you can get it right Take this opportunity to do so And I'ma let it do what it do Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you I wanna thank everybody for comin' out God bless, one love, good night Or good day if you on the other side of the globe Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate' See you on the third album, hate it or love it And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you

A brush of sunlight enters the room Curtains hide a Sunday night in June While the radio is still choosing between two tunes Carmine roses wilting in a vase There's an echo of her scream in that place The coffee lost it's warmth days ago She knew she played with fire Lighting the candles she gave in to play the game And fooled by wild desire She gave in to a man who would take her breath away Locked the doors and tied up her hands Shut her eyes and revealed his plans And whispered the words of a bad romance She felt the ashes of his smoking cigarette She was craving for more but praying for less When he burned down the bed and left without regrets She knew she played with fire Lighting the candles she gave in to play the game And fooled by wild desire She gave in to a man who would take her breath away There was only one rule There was only one rule Only one rule There was only one rule, only one rule There was only one rule, only one rule There was only one rule for you She knew she played with fire Lighting the candles she gave in to play the game And fooled by wild desire She gave in to a man who would take her breath away

All I do is get drunk and high I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck They be like Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas I told niggas in '05 I don; t fuck with Maybachs You wanna hate up, come outisde, just fuckin' say that Two things I learned, nigga gotta stayed strapped And niggas ain't goin' down without a Dr. Dre track Black boy fly, niggas watch me grew Niggas studies my beefs and couldn't stomp my flow (Cause I'm dangerous) Niggas think they fucking with me (Stop smoking angel dust) Niggas think they smoking on this chronic (The same as us) Come within (range of us) Bullets (your brains are bust) Ministers get shot, two of these niggas (came to us) You broke your rent doing your bitch want me I'm off this OG kush and you the lil' homie Nigga wanna borrow some weed, I got a lil' homie Watch how I'm driving, can't let the double cup spill on me Same block and stop snitchin', mother fuckers still one me G-Unit had a reunion Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas That's on Compton, you looked in the closet with a monster I eat you alive (man fuck you niggas) It feel like Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas I say it again (Man fuck you niggas) I feel lke Remy Ma when she got out of the jail Look back at the prison like (man fuck you niggas) And this time I'm going for the gusto R.I.P. Justo, will I fall off? Fuck no California mind nigga, pull it like a truck boat These crips, these bloods, these esés, they playin' cut throat You a fish out of water, every MC gets slaughtered If you ain't Nas, Eminem or fuckin' S dot Carter I tie up your wife, pull out my dick jack it off, kiss the knife Before I cut her, take my jacket off, fuck her then hit the lights Rub it in there like Detroit streets, with pictures of me Fuck her till cops come, then I'm bustin' like Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas

And I brought- And I brought- And I brought... dreams Dreams Dreams And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you I love you I love you I-I-I love you I woke up out that coma 2001 'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents "Nigga With a Attitude, Volume One" Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt, and Doggystyle in one I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G series and All Eyez on Me I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr. Dre was a (Dream) I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' and rappin' But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that It's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a (Dream) Aaliyah had a (Dream), Left Eye had a (Dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you) I love you I love you I-I-I love you I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of being an Unsigned Hype 'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master Jay So I walked over, heard Jam Master say "It's a hard knock life, then you pass away" They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open 'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a (Dream) Aaliyah had a (Dream), Left Eye had a (Dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you) I love you I love you I-I-I love you The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit Compton hat, jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue It was all a dream like B.I.G. said it'd be Don't sleep on me homie, I bring nightmares to reality Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy 'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus piece, like a catholic nun The war to be a rap legend has just begun Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a (Dream) Aaliyah had a (Dream), Left Eye had a (Dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you) I love you I love you I-I-I love you This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price The sister of Venus and Serena Williams Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace It's 'cause I love you I love you I love you I-I-I love you And I brought- And I brought- And I brought... dreams Dreams Dreams And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you

Pull the rag off the six-fo' Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone The D's is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up) 'Til the motherfucker bounce and break And knock both of the screws out the licence plate Let the games begin These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down (Put your 'cris up!) If you feel the same way Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could sit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash In a blunt, call it Aftermath Somebody tell me where the drinks at Where the bitches at You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see? The protégé of the D-R-E You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve Got something in my waist that you can't touch either That's, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods I'm in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up) Light another dub Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string I fuck a different bitch seven days a week Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could sit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash In a blunt, call it Aftermath Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down I'm The Game, nigga Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga Remember that, Dre You passed me the torch I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray Ridin' three-wheel motion 'til the ass scrapes Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race Now watch it bounce Hit the switch, let it bounce 'til the police shut the shit down (When you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me (We gonna twist up) In the V.I.P It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could sit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash In a blunt, call it Aftermath

Down by the river junior year Walking with my girl, And we came upon a place There in the tall grass where a couple Had been making love And left the mark of their embrace. I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun." She said to me, "Let's do the same." And still I taste her kisses And her freckles in the sun When I play the poet game. A young man down in hill country In the year of '22 Went to see his future bride. She lived in a rough old shack That poverty blew through. She invited him inside. She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad, She could only offer him bread and her name - Grandpa said that it was the best gift A fella ever had And he taught me the poet game. I had a friend who drank too much And played too much guitar - And we sure got along. Reel-to-reels rolled across The country near and far With letters poems and songs. But these days he don't talk to me And he won't tell me why. I miss him every time i say his name. I don't know what he's doing Or why our friendship died While we played the poet game. The fall rain was pounding down On an old New Hampshire mill And the river wild and high. I was talking to her while leaves blew down Like a sudden chill - There was wildness in her eyes. We made love like we'd been waiting All of our lives for this - Strangers know no shame - But she had to leave at dawn And with a sticky farewell kiss Left me to play the poet game. I watched my country turn into A coast-to-coast strip mall And I cried out in a song: If we could do all that in thirty years, Then please tell me you all - Why does good change take so long? Why does the color of your skin Or who you choose to love Still lead to such anger and pain? And why do I think it's any help For me to still dream of Playing the poet game? Sirens wail above the fields - Another soul gone down - Another Sun about to rise. I've lost track of my mistakes, Like birds they fly around And darken half of my skies. To all of those I've hurt - I pray you'll forgive me. I to you will freely do the same. So many things I didn't see, With my eyes turned inside, Playing the poet game. I walk out at night to take a leak Underneath the stars - Oh yeah that's the life for me. There's Orion and the Pleiades And I guess that must be Mars - All as clear as we long to be. I've sung what I was given - Some was bad and some was good. I never did know from where it came And if I had it all to do again I am not sure I would Play the poet game.

Walkin' out the pen' with my pen, live a life of sin Tell the devil throw me a shovel and let's get it in 2015 MC Ren, this ain't a movie Pull my khaki suit back out the closet and burn this Louie Tell Young Thug come out the closet, the fuck you foolin'? Where my Crips, my Bloods, my eses? Let's make some music That the gangsters can dance to Throw up your hands too The Indians is back, we want our motherfuckin' land too The black Slim Shady is back with some M80s In the back of the Mercedes About to blow this motherfucker like a Meth' lab Smokin' on that same bomb chronic Dre and Meth' had You know I got the best bag Now watch me teach the world how to roll a blunt for the last time Welcome to Cali where smoking's our favorite past time And if a nigga need a gun he can have mine And everything inside 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out You see bitches on all fours Switches on all cars Got used to drivin' them Bentley's I guess I got off course Got used to fuckin' them bitches Used to 'em rollin' my blunts In the studio with Doc, ain't see them hoes in months I've been shacked up on LSU Goin' crazy on LSD in a straight jacket, don't mess with me 'Til I finish this album Now I step inside the party with Hennessy and Bacardi Pour a ziplock of mollies out (and a bowl of percs) 'Cause I'm a lunatic Disturb the peace like Ludacris Me and Dre bump heads 'cause he give me advice I never listen to this shit He said don't put out mixtapes and I did that He said leave his car parked right there I stripped that, drove that In the Lambo', blunts rolled fat Pull up to the club like where the hoes at Take her home and fuck her, then ask a bitch where your clothes at The door right there I don't need you bitch, you see the iPhone? Got some more right there Here's a glass for your tears, let 'em pour right there Compton, I was born right there Park the red Lambo right there Signed to the 'Math right there 25 mil', more nightmares Now I'm fuckin' everybody bitch You think you got her on lock but you don't 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out

I see you in a lonely place How can you be so blind? You're still regretting the love you left-left behind Oh, darling I seen you go through the changes Sitting alone each night Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love) Used to sell it all night Virgil owe me a percentage of that Off-White Take a nigga bitch out of spite I'm every bitch type I'm on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice Niggas still can't see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat with this mic I hit the dealership and get them niggas right Before you cop it, you gotta ask "What's the price?" You in the club makin' toast to your life I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight Niggas that I thought was, wasn't that nice If it's only hip-hop tell 'em, "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Cole "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Dot "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Drizzy "Step in this light" (Light, light) Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light) 300 Bars was just an intro That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed off indo You ain't even seen me off the 'Tron yet You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet I ain't even set the tone yet Picture Wu-Tang mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set My diamonds offset Yeah, my Audemar wet It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex Who gon' flex? Who want next? How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet And all you niggas cappin', actin' like you own jets Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex Bring them Dracos, you been shootin' at niggas on texts All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice Instead of tellin' niggas they could ever step in this light Tell Future "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Chance "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Sean "Step to this light" (Light, light) If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)

Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" Maybe I should move a little, smoke a little Fuck around, get high a little Start reminiscin' about the old times 12 years old, cars drivin' by with gangsters in it You ain't stand too long 'Cause you already knew that it was gangsters in it, nigga Yeah, when everythin' was copacetic 'Til niggas got off them 40-ounces That's when even the Pope can get it Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playin' fair And Snoop Dogg had all these niggas Around here tryna braid they hair Red and blue, khaki suits Us lil' niggas got active too From Lincoln Park, back to the Fruits Us lil' niggas had ratchets too So what you sayin' nigga? We ain't playin' nigga We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that prayin' nigga Lose your fuckin' life when them Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" My mama was a gangster nigga My daddy was just a gangster nigga Wasn't for them, I wouldn't be from Compton I should probably thank them niggas Taught me how to shoot, rob, kill How to shank a nigga Maybe I should blame them for all these cases When I done banked a nigga AKs out of M3's, prostitutes on bent knees Gun shots on Greenleaf, all these 64s, no Bentleys nigga Euros on Cutlasses, you can't rent these niggas 'Bout to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga Heard shots rang out, just ridin' on my 10 speed Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed Nigga almost died tryna get some weed So don't be fooled by the palm trees This Compton nigga, that 310 That 213, we on Death Row Ain't no one escape unless you D-R-E And that's how I felt when them Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic"

You got the juice now baby, you got the juice You got the juice now baby, you got the, you got the juice You got the juice now baby, you got the It been 10 years since you heard from niggas on the west side Now we on the cover of the Vibe A nigga shot me five times I'm happy to be alive And my mama told me (You got the juice now baby) My first album went 5 times plat Looking for California, it was on my back I was 23 when I had my first kid And his mama told him when he came out (You got the juice) Like father, like son, uh Top down, Mercedes throttle Wrist looking like a nigga just played the lotto I am to Compton what Ye is to Pablo Run up on the car, just spray with hollows I grew up in the six-trey Impala Ain't make the league but I made the dollars Recording my demo, knew Dre will follow Remember Eve told me You got the juice now baby, you got the juice You got the juice now baby, you got the juice You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby Left the Unit and the world went cray I blame it on the California mind state Too much weed, weather, women, chronic seeds, ass, titties Can a nigga pour his Henny Without niggas acting fake in his motherfucking face one time 'Fore I pull the .40 up out the waist line I'm the first Compton nigga Dr. Dre signed And Mary J told me at baseline (You got the juice now baby) Then my second album went plat too And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo But I never forgot where I came from Or where I got my name from My grandma told me (You got the juice now baby) And here's something I can't forget My mama brought a nigga up on that LA gangster shit Your boy ain't never gonna change mama Here's some change mama and a Range mama She looked back and said You got the juice now baby, you got the juice You got the juice now baby, you got the juice You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby So much pressure applied All this pressure applied Pray, this pressure applied to our lives Feels like we gon' bust, feels like we gon' bust Over gestures you die Ain't no question that I'm tryna make it out alive But sometimes Feels like I'm gon' bust, feels like I'm gon' bust Feels like I'm gon' bust, yeah, feels like I'm gon' bust, oh So much pressure applied All this pressure, I'm fly Greatest pressure, applied to our lives We gon' bust, gon' bust

It's been so long, been so much time The years have passed, but still, you're on my mind So tell me, is it fate or just an illusion? We'd make love, and then we'd fight Started blowing up like dynamite in this- In the hurt game can't win if we're losing 'Cause I've been doing the wrong things for the right reasons Drinkin' it all but drowning in the meaning Cuttin' it off but still got the feeling And even though when I know that it's over Why am still looking over my shoulder at you? At you? If we don't forgive and forget and start over Just know that nobody's ever come closer than you Than you In the hurt game Slamming doors, to keeping scores We walk through fire to get to water Got the kind of love you can't explain Oh, no 'Cause I've been doing the wrong things for the right reasons Drinkin' it all but drowning the meaning Cuttin' it off but still got the feeling And even though when I know that it's over Why am still looking over my shoulder at you? At you? If we don't forgive and forget and start over Just know that nobody's ever come closer than you Than you Oh, whoa The hurt game, we throw blame, the worst pain We love hard, we get scarred, we fear change Can't win if we're losing in the hurt game In the hurt game The hurt game, we throw blame, the worst pain We love hard, we get scarred, we fear change Can't win if we're losing in the hurt game In the hurt I know that you think that I'm drunk, but I'm sober I know you told me I shouldn't come over to you But I do If we don't forgive and forget and start over Just know that nobody's ever come closer than you (Than you) Than you (Than you) Oh, whoa The hurt game, we throw blame, the worst pain Love hard, we get scarred, we fear change Can't win if we're losing in the hurt game In the hurt game The hurt game, we throw blame, the worst pain We love hard, we get scarred, we fear change Can't win if we're losing in the hurt game In the hurt game

The name game Shirley Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Bonana fanna fo Firley Fee fy mo Mirley, Shirley Lincoln Lincoln, Lincoln bo Bincoln Bonana fanna fo Fincoln Fee fy mo Mincoln, Lincoln Come on everybody I say now let's play a game I betcha I can make a rhyme Out of anybody's name The first letter of the name I traet it like it wasn't there But a B or an F Or an M will appear And then I say bo add a B then I say the name and Bonana fanna and a fo And then I say the name again with an F very plain And a fee fy and a mo And then I say the name again with an M this time And there isn't any name that I can't rhyme Arnold Arnold, Arnold bo Barnold Bonna fanna fo Farnold Fee fy mo Marnold, Arnold But if the first two letters are ever the same I drop them both and say the name like Bob, Bob drop the B's Bo ob For Fred, Fred drop the F's fo red For Mary, Mary drop the M's mo ary That's the only rule that is contrary Okay? Now say Bo: BO Now Tony with a B: BONY Then Bonana fanna fo: BONANNA FANNA FO Then you say the name again with an F very plain: FONY Then a fee fy and a mo: FEE FY MO Then you say the name again with an M this time: MONY And there isn't any name that you can't rhyme Everybody do tony Tony, Tony, bo Bony Bonana fanna fo Fony Fee fy mo Mony, Tony Pretty good! Let's do Billy Billy, Billy, bo Billy Bonana fanna fo Filly Fee fy mo Milly, Billy Very Good! Let's do Marsha Marsha, Marsha bo Barsha Bonana fanna fo farsha Fee fy mo Marsha, Marsha A little trick with Nick Nick, Nick, bo Bick Bonana fanna fo fick Fee fy mo Mick, Nick The name game!

The rush, the thrill, the back and forth We set ourselves on the torturous ground Who is the sadist? Who is the masochist? Trembling revelations shed light on the tragedy Dancing in our masquerade Shuffle the deck and place your bets Seal the deal with your invincible hand Let's play the, let's play the blaming game Let's play the game, the blaming game Right or wrong? Tonight's the night we lay our cards Dine in unpleasantries, sacrifice the bond Emotions no longer clouding senses Throw it in the gutter – feel the storm flush it down A diamond in the rough is just an ordinary stone in disguise Tell me, what did you expect, a perfect creation? Shuffle the deck and place your bets Seal the deal with your invincible hand Let's play the, let's play the blaming game Let's play the game, the blaming game Right or wrong?

Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G-A-M-E It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign) Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mill', my wrist, nigga It's the Numinati (bitches) move your body (this is) The newest Audi, gassin' on the shore next to Snoop and Roddy (Niggas) movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shawties And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis Don't ask me how these Hit-Boy classics sound Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin' the sharks to it Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it Brought the Westside back, C-walk in the park to it Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas It's like an R hangin' from your neck when we Roc niggas Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga Still here, never left Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbin' on her breasts What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose 'Bout to fuck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh Numinati, put the ice on the gold Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to heaven" I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level Wanna show 'em the Hellcat, I just shot the devil, uh Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Let's play a game with our names I'll show you how it goes My name is Ms. Appleberry It starts with A A-A, A-A, A, A-A A-A, A-Appleberry We say, "A-A, A-A, A A-A, A-Appleberry" A-A, A-A, A, A-A A-A, A-Appleberry We say, "A-A, A-A, A A-A, A-Appleberry" Now, it's your turn, JJ What letter does your name start with? Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, Ja, Ja-Ja Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, J-JJ We say, "Ja-Ja, J-JJ Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, J-JJ" Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, Ja, Ja-Ja Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, J-JJ We say, "Ja-Ja, J-JJ Ja-Ja, Ja-Ja, J-JJ" Who wants to go now? Me, me, I'll go! Na-Na, Na-Na, Na, Na-Na Na-Na, Na-Na, Na-Nina We say, "Na-Na, Na-Na, Na Na-Na, Na-Na, Na-Nina" Na-Na, Na-Na, Na, Na-Na Na-Na, Na-Na, Na-Nina We say, "Na-Na, Na-Na, Na Na-Na, Na-Na, Na-Nina" It's your turn now, Cody Let's play the game with your name Co-Co, Co-Co, Co, Co-Co Co-Co, Co-Co, Co-Cody We say, "Co-Co, Co, Co-Co Co-Co, Co-Co, Co-Cody" Co-Co, Co-Co, Co, Co-Co Co-Co, Co-Co, Co-Cody We say, "Co-Co, Co, Co-Co Co-Co, Co-Co, Co-Cody" Nice job, everyone! Let's all sing together, here we go! We play, we play The Name Game We play, we play The Name Game So fun, so fun truly We play, we play The Name Game

Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money That rap money, niggaz get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases Fuck a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen fakers Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin' Cause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient, but I want Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")

Yall dont want it with the southside (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Yall dont want it with the southside (Ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Ill leave your ass cripled Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneakin up Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get dashed and crunk I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And I aint in no gang Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Yall niggas aint even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 thats what I handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-R-E and the firm Cuz im buzzing like WuTang And it aint even my turn So who it may concern Youll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (Hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga SOUTHSIDE

"Shit! Rick! C'mon man!" "Ricky!" "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me!" "Ricky, Ricky!" "Ricky!" Blood of a slave, heart of a giant Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant That was five years ago, look how fast it go Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo? Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom But standin' in the window K smoking was the outcome Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion So niggas think twice about my medallion or You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!" My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the pitch Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear... Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective Get this clear like Belvedere vodka Them five that shots created a monster Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor 2Pac was the real life "Ricky!" Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in Then my grandmother house went up for auction And that's what what killed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas With they face under stockings, rather face God than 25 with no options If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten Drive by with our face painted, like a clown With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down... (Crying (sample from Boyz in the Hood))

Yeah Now you can hear the gold just jangling But, it's still about the take over It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that, yeah Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing Hip Hop awards getting chosen by some racists I'm in the Yo, with a bottle of some clear shit You don't know the truth, you just hear shit Homie's on a Learjet, upgrade from the block If you too big, fuck fades they gon' use the Glock (use the Glock) I do a lot for everyone around me, y'all don't see it I'm in the club for half an hour then I'm probably leaving I got paid, dip off with the gang Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist Life or death, ain't no time to start reaching for the safe So I play it safe Real ones that would really go hit for me Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me I be making history, bigger when I'm dead I'm so on (on) But it's off with they head Fuck MTV, y'all really snubbed me How you choosing people with numbers that ain't above me? Oh wait, politics Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship I'm lit, I'm gassed, I'm me, I'm me Two platinum singles, two years they were free As I'm writing this, I know that this ain't accurate no more By the time that all y'all hear this, I will most likely have more I really did eight tours, headlined them all Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all I spent time in awe, on some amazed shit Then an O.G. told me to embrace this I will never waste this, never get complacent Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded I'm still on the same shit, take over the game shit I just can't relate to your wavelength It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that, yeah I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe Half a million dollars smiling on my torso I buy property, you just got foreclosed Money running low, you gon' have to do more shows But you know no one shows for your shows So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated Girl laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it" You asleep, you don't hear her so she sneaks out And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out I send her back before your eyes open I'm her fix 'cause your life's broken She might try chokin' On something you don't wanna kiss after Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper It's all laughter, it's all big bucks though Call the buzz "Vegas" 'cause it stays on a bus though Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild I'ma make you sign an NDA, now you're on file I'm the President, the CEO People that I've never seen, tryna see me go (uh) Billionaire minds in my circle, that's a fact Faded off Clooney liquor, we don't know, how to act If it's based off of fans, y'all should really do the math If it's based off of sales, y'all should really count the plaques If it's based off of pussy, y'all should really count the ass If it's based off of money, y'all should really count the cash (uh) Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does Coin us the best movement of all time Dreams too big to think small time I'm just on the same shit, take over the game shit I just can't relate to any B-level wave length It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that It's like everything changed But I still feel the same I'm just tryna run the motherfucking game I'm on that Yeah, I'll always be on that, yeah

Let me walk you through a day inside the dope spot Bullet proof cars like the pope got Fiends knockin' at my door, 6AM I hope not That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block Shit the whole city We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty Make them fat hoes skinny You got the smoke, we supply the chimney Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's You know me, lowkey Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch Like he macked Demi You gun talkin'? See that black semi Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Keep it gutter Guess that's my mind frame Niggas can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames Feet on the wood, nigga I could trip Lebron James I keep it hood Bandana with that bang bang Red rag .45, that's the same thing I take the same route home in the same lane Same car, same nigga, just the fame changed I walk around like I never heard the same Game Watch Menace To Society but caine caine Then I became king leader of the chain gang Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train Then hop out on the same street Where the dealers and the fiends eat Where the killers and the everything in-between meet Get your face covered with that white sheet That nigga died over Twitter beef Tryna keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter

JP Did This Six in the mornin', police at my door Woulda seen them niggas comin' but the cameras is broke My nigga Ant in the kitchen, cookin' up for a week And my lil' homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep We cookin' base, we cookin' base We cookin' base, we cookin' base 50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked And it's time to break it down 'cause everythin' gettin' flushed Lookin' out the window, tryna find a way out Seen the SWAT team creepin' on the side of the house They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky (And I die 'fore I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is) Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky Nigga fuck the cops They're supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not So I'm hoppin' over the back gate with my Glock Crossin' Wilmington with 1500 in my sock Look across the street, they runnin' in and out my spot Ant on the curb in cuffs And Pooh don't know what's goin' on 'cause he just woke up 'Til my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store Ain't find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that promethazine Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene Euro comin' up the block lookin' like a monster Chucking up P's when we ridin' through Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Ridin' down Alameda, everythin' was straight Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the Grapes My heart beatin' like a 15-inch with bass 'Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist I'm a fool, what kind of nigga go to work without his tools? And you often watch wearin' red like it's bool It's usually on sight with the Crips My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip Bust a left on Imperial, slidin' on gold rims Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110 Look around, I don't see one black and white So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky (Watched Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to) Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' not to lose my head, ah-ha-ha, ha-ha

I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl But I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. She like black Bentley coupes, Black daytons, Black interior, Black ridin' shotgun, Black 4.5, Black Air Ones, Bangin' the Black Album, Track number 1, She like that Jay shit, That's her favorite, If it's gonna get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit, If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit, But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit, Marques Houston I don't play that shit, By the time we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then there's part two in the sauna, Feel like I'm f**kin' Mary J. 'cause she don't want no drama, I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas And give you 30, 000 and month like Diddy baby mama I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl But I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. Picture me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me f**kin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world, That nigga can't do it like this, Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this, She only f**k with soldiers, That's her shit, I hate to admit it But I love my bitch so much, I'm sittin' outside in the Benz, Thinking back to Dre's house when I f**ked her best friend, The pussy wasn't nothing, Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage, She told me she was tired of The Game and rap, Quit like Mase then she came right back, I told you the bitch sex was whack, And you're all I need, Even Jamie know that I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl But I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. You know what they say, More money, More problems, More drama, Means more marijuana and less baby mama, You know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She got a Range Rover sport, You got a Bentley coupe, She take my clothes to the cleaners, You take Harlem to school, I gave her your birthday bag so I made a mistake, And Oprah don't f**k with that no more anyway, I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through, But I ain't going nowhere, I got a kid with you, Why we always got to argue about Super Head's book, She suck my dick with a condom on after that I shook, And when she start talkin' about buying a ring, I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl But I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world.

I've seen you twice, in a short time Only a week since we started It seems to me, for every time I'm getting more open-hearted I was an impossible case No-one ever could reach me But I think I can see in your face There's a lot you can teach me So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Does it mean anything to you? What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too? I wanna know The name of the game I have no friends, no-one to see And I am never invited Now I am here, talking to you No wonder I get excited Your smile, and the sound of your voice And the way you see through me Got a feeling, you give me no choice But it means a lot to me So I wanna know What's the name of the game? (Your smile and the sound of your voice) Does it mean anything to you? (Got a feeling you give me no choice) (But it means a lot) What's the name of the game? (Your smile and the sound of your voice) Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too? I wanna know Oh yes I wanna know The name of the game (I was an impossible case) Does it mean anything to you? (But I think I can see in your face) (That it means a lot) What's the name of the game? (Your smile and the sound of your voice) Can you feel it the way I do? (Got a feeling you give me no choice) (But it means a lot) What's the name of the game? (I was an impossible case) Does it mean anything to you? (But I think I can see in your face) (That it means a lot) What's the name of the game? (Your smile and the sound of your voice) Can you feel it the way I do?

Suddenly The world belongs to strangers Suddenly The heavens split in two Behind the cloves Behind the eyes It's hidden in the secrets and the lies. Suddenly The light is in the darkness Suddenly The fire burns so cold Under the rock And under the stone What's hidden in the Silence of the lamb Till then I'll play the game. Chorus: Searching for the true religion I trust the faith inside my heart Until the truth reveals the secret Till then I'll play Till then I'll play the game. Suddenly I stand before the altar Suddenly I see the host devine Inside my mind Inside the signs It's hidden in the passages and rhymes Till then I'll play the game. Chorus: Searching for the true religion I trust the faith inside my heart Until the truth reveals the secret Till then I'll play Till then I'll play the game. Suddenly The world belongs to strangers Suddenly The heavens split in two Behind the cloves Behind the eyes It's hidden in the secrets and the lies. Till then I'll play... ... the game.

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at? I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack Nigga I was on the bus with it Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt Andrew Luck with it We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it California state property you niggas stuck with it Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda Listen, you want beef I'll cater Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed 16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks? These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, And she talking about practice The Maybach is A.I Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy? Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy Before that it was missing teeth and nickel sack baggies That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none I'm the old DMX you niggas Drag-On Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it I ain't need no ski mask to do it Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it Name a state, I'll send a package through it If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts Sitting in this Maybach with music Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it PARTY sent my jackas to it Drama bring the Mac into it And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it Traffic moving backwards through it Ever since I had the Buick Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit? Another foreign car driven by a convict Aventador matte black Akon lips Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch No nigga can see me, on or off TV Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Corn.

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock' Cook the dope, take it out of the pot Rock it up then we back on the block Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin' Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks Hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous Obviously, probably be high as fuck And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they Left us on the biggest continent Hood politics, the drama gets sticky Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy Promise this is payback for Nipsey Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when Nigga had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside since I was jumped in In my hood, they call that Double Dutch This Cedar Block where heaters pop And we catch fades, come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches Stack bread whether or not it got molded IRS circle the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives All dead niggas' blocks we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue? Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s Everybody on they lives, nigga My team vs. your team They don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out Next to the lady sellin' alote It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in and out and we ain't have to crochet I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay? I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats I was baldhead when my khakis creased Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like-

Put your lighters up if you want to Pull your motherfucking Dodger cap Over your motherfucking eyes, 'til you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the City of Angels where it's safe And danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where bangers and gangstas, fast women'll bank up Just, part of a face, that we show We got mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion Off that sticky you walk up to go I swear, ain't nothing better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one more Come to my hood hood, look at my block block That's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot, shot Cause I was more hood than Suge, had more rocks than Jay More scars on my face than the original "Scarface," or the homeboy Scarface Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta, DeNiro in "Casino" he no gangsta Wanna be, wanna see, wan' get a shovel Dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstas Niggas think cause they watched "Menace" a couple times Seen Cube in "Boyz N the Hood" and pressed rewind That you could survive when a real Crip Run up on your car and flexed a nine? You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind Just stay the fuck up outta my hood Where my niggas take you up outta yo' shine It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fucking Uzi dawg I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all I know the real O-Dog, and that nigga know the real Game I call him Lorenz Tate, and he ain't never been in no gang But he been in my house house, and he sat on my couch couch While I put one in the air so yeah that nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my block, I'm 'bout my chips So if the rap money stop and I punch a clock Catch you slippin at a light {GET OUT YO' SHIT!} You jack niggas, out-of-towners, and rap niggas And ball players cause we ball player, we chop it up, with them trap niggas We (OutKasts), we (Big Boi's), (Ludacris) with them big toys Where I'm from it's only two things Standing on the corner, me and that liquor store Look what the Bloods did to Weezy, look what the Crips did to Jeezy This gangbangin shit ain't nothing to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy Y'all niggas got this L.A. shit real fucked up man Niggas better start respectin what the fuck we about man We take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg This shit is real - Crips, Bloods, Ese's We hold shit down, this L.A. Word to shit on my face, put a motherfucking star behind it What the fuck I am, Star-face L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files Case closed

Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Ridin' by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13 that's when I had my first I was the first nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the muthafuckas hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glock And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped I start bangin' red laces in my??? Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by I was a menace to society But I never left fingerprints on my I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans? I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen Then I went to college basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends Wanted to be Freeway Rick He showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in Ol' English

Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what diseased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch's Bugatti 'fore they released it Drop The Documentary, rockin' khakis with creases Dope and hip hop, it resurfaced with some leeches Ten times platinum, now I'm chillin' where the beach is Time to show the world what a motherfuckin' beast is Blanca, bullet proof cars in Sri Lanka 12 years old, on his shoulder, a rocket launcher 10 thousand miles away, there's an owner of a corner store A white man walks in, spit shinin' his Audemar While somewhere in Africa, Jo-Burg and Congo is goin' to war Rebels enslavin' they own people, diggin' water or Get murdered 'cus that choppa is a carnivore He found one and stole it, now the village tryna find that boy Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds How you sellin' the shit our people is diggin' for Diamonds, cotton, that belong to niggas though LeBron and Durantula gave America a look at gold And what you give us back, is another fucking liquor store And we need blunts, so we walk in that motherfucker Money in the safe, so we in that motherfucker But you can't forget the tape, tryna pin a motherfucker DEA ain't got a case, I'mma win that mothercuker And it ain't about the Chinese, dude, I eat Chinese food Where you think Michael Jordan find these shoes We robbin' each other for 'em, think I should hide these jewels Run up on you in broad day with them Siamese 2's But nah, Mandela did 28 straight Without a fucking complaint, put a afro on a saint Put a wig on a judge, put a nigga in some chains Over change, kill him, lethal injection inside his veins Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Brutus killed Ceasar And Judas killed Jesus John Wilkes Boothe killed Lincoln And you thought he freed slaves, what the fuck was you thinkin' Nigga fuck Lincoln I'm rolling up kush in my Lincoln, now let it sink in Rolled against Obama now you divin' in the deep end I'd rather take my chances at this water fountain drinkin' Where the fuck is the loyalty, knock these niggas fuckin' teeth in In the hood singin' like they Aubrey or The Weeknd Pull that tile from under that door, and let it seep in There's a lot of shit I Don't Like, so bring Chief Keef in I don't like these phony ass jewelers with that fake shit Overcharging niggas an arm and leg just to make shit And you wonder why we take shit, y'all put us on slaveships That's the reason we hate shit, rob my own niggas for them Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds

Dre, I see dead people Modern vampires of the city Hunting blood Blood Blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (yo Dre) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (thought I was dead) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood (West Coast) I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga, Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the doctor The 'Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay! I get it popping Whole club rocking, like a six-four Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in the cup, call the shit Hpnotiq (brrrrat!) I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, I'm talking to you, niggas Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side, man Sell another five million albums? Yes, I am Fresh like "Damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim" Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop What would the motherfuckin' West Coast be Without one crip and One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala Where niggas say, "Where you from?" We don't never say "Harlem" Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing All I need is one reason I'm the king, and Dre said it, "The West Coast need me" I don't know why you niggas keep trying me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub? You 38 and you still rapping? Ughhh I'm 26, nigga, so is the dubs On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the six-trey? And the double Game chain, I keep 'em on display Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit, 'cause I know what I say And niggas talking about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holding the Glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait 'til Lil Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number one billboard spot Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm 'Pac This ain't shit but a warning 'til my album drop

Graveyards in my pocket. Tombstones in my wallet. If you talkin' 'bout my profit, All I see is dead people. All I see is dead people. You starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars, Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people. Muthafuckin' dead people. This shit gets deep. Don't fuck with me. You end up six feet deep. Listen to how I did it. I crept up slow on Willow. Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window. In the backseat, potato burners. Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow. In the front solo. Sittin' low with the lights out. Feelin' like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit. With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide, And my watch said they outta time. Somebody gotta die, bottom line. Front page, column nine. Headline: Another Columbine. I plan and plot and strategized, and thought about it. Loaded up everything in the closet. My objective is to get bloody. They can beg and plead, yell and scream. Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly. I fuckin' love it. Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it. It's simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy. It's simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy of mine. (Man, I feel like killin me a mother fucka.) Last night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies. Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby. Body filled with adrenaline. Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands. Cop's sayin I did what to him? Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin. Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit. Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch. Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn't me. Oh no no, not me. Listen to the alibi. I was at the movies, that Avatar shit, With them 3-D glasses on, And that shit longer than mother fucka. Look at my pocket, get the tickets though. That's my alibi, bitch. Now what up? Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside, And headed west where Homicide reside. That's my nigga. He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape, Behind the black gate. Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's. Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard But that house right there, don't go in they yard It's simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy. It's simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy of mine. (Man, I feel like killin me a mother fucka.) Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz. Them niggas inside, a couple kittens And this right here, good riddance. Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for instance Picture the mind of a bullet Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck. Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest. Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs. You in my sight. The last one didn't do it right, And I'm waitin. Just lookin at you. Thinkin about it and gettin tired of lookin at you. Hi, daddy, remember me? Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be. You brought me in this world, now I'm takin you out. Now you open up your muthafuckin mouth. Simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy. Simple insanity. Just a murderous fantasy of mine. (Now I feel like killin me a mother fucka.)

"How can I lead these people out of bondage? What words can I speak that they will heed?" "I will teach thee what thou wilt say" Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven's arms) Gucci in my closet, pardon my head Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit Freak bitch named Jada love The LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit Offered her ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown Paying her tuition, so she ain't gotta be strippin' It's money, so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper, 'cause I Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms, oh) Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo I know what Farrakhan know, three-story condo IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono Our motto, the last words of Paul Castellano Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note 15's in everything, beating like Harpo Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load They wanna see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana, 'cause I Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms, oh) Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga God Flow like Push and Em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures So one day I'm top five, and I can politic with Jigga though I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau He be where the summer be, I be where the winter go Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole I'm out here tryna win a penant though Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it, I'm in it, so I Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on You've been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms, oh) (Higher than heaven's arms)

Had enough, I've really had enough Had enough of denial I'm not alright but I'm not gonna lie I don't know that I ever was All alone, I've waited, all alone Held it in as I played by your rules I've been biting my lip But I'm losing my grip I'm coming down, down, down When all the hate burns off I'm left here with the pain Behind our vain devices Are we all the same? Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Take a breath and try to play along But I'm a terrible liar I feel the world like a brick on my chest And the party's just begun Throw the rope I'm wading Through the mud From your mouth flow a thousand truths But you know There's only one When all the hate burns off I'm left here with the pain Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Sweet words, they mean nothing, they're not true 'Cause the game is over I want it all or I want nothing at all Maybe I can Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Your sweet words, they mean nothing, save your breath The game is over

B Stars baby Yeah Yeah Yeah, you know what is it about Let's get it I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him (yeah) They put it all on me (yeah, you know what is it) I'm so hood It's like, I'm so hood Y.T. in my jeans on, fit the cap Black ball chain with the red stooge Billie Coop in my city and I'm sunk slow They say, what up Jews I say what up dope The boy making moves But a hour, ain't even drop a nave in position of power Got the city on salute, more Working through the loophole 24 karat diamonds, your niggas fool's gold This how I truly be Built buckle Louie V Born number nine, fraid Which is why you choosin' me I'm so arrogant Selling like Aerosmith I'm from the hood, 'cause that's where I'm in present I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me (It shine anyway) I'm so hood It's like, I'm so hood I'm hooder than your level B I keep one not, open checking for my enemies I'm a fan's favorite, he's a shame mane it I'm about to take over the globe, call 'em King David I'm flying in anything you ever seen I'm in position to power to call 'em but Jene Vs I'm on that mail ticket mission for paper Imma ball on you nigga, stop truanting you haters You be that hater though you love it Run with it though you fuck it The people's champ became to man up the public I'm the hardest rap artist, regardless I'm so hood I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him (yeah) They put it all on me I'm so hood I'm so hood I'll get the gold rope go hang out Four day studio, every night bang out Classic material, feed it to your stereo (oh) Cross me wrong nigga, here's the berry-o I stay season, built me a legion I'm international, touching no regions I'm so hot, so G, so hood I'm so nice, live life like none other Bouce in Move in with the purpose (yeah-yeah) The airticipation, making niggas nervous Stop trying to compare you nigga's worthless Some balls heavy, hey leave it strechin' I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me I'm so hood Go hate him Women love him They put it all on me I'm so hood I'm so hood I'm so hood Niggas better know Niggas better know (All the way) I'm so hood I'm so hood Niggas better know Niggas better know Choose

To be more than a conqueror You have to learn to enjoy the pain If you want to survive the game You can try to defeat me You don't know, it's the pain that'll feed me And I'm gonna take back what you took before 'Cause I was born for this All the bones that you're breaking (breaking) You pretend you're the one that can save me (save me) Now I'm takin' it back, it was never yours (never yours) I'm fighting, fighting for my focus Give the pain a purpose Light the fire inside, feel it come alive (come alive) Show 'em what I'm made of Victory's for the brave ones Who never bow the knee when it's do-or-die (do-or-die) One more time Surviving the game I can be unstoppable Gonna walk through hell, gonna shake the walls Survive, surviving the game (surviving the game) Living the impossible I'm a champion, indestructible (survive) Survive, 'cause I'm surviving the game I can be unstoppable Gonna be indestructible I can be unstoppable Gonna be indestructible All the liars around me Like the wolves at the walls, they surround me In the face of the fear, I keep standing tall 'Cause I will conquer this I come out like a lion (lion) I was born to be demon-defiant (fighting) And I won't ever let this kingdom fall I'll show 'em, show 'em what you're made of Victory's for the brave ones Never bow the knee 'cause it's do-or-die (do-or-die) One more time Surviving the game I can be unstoppable Gonna walk through hell, gonna shake the walls Survive, surviving the game (surviving the game) Living the impossible I'm a champion, indestructible (survive) Survive, 'cause I'm surviving the game I am more than a conqueror The past, behind me, life is ahead I'll take the way of the warrior I'll walk alone, no fear to the death One more time (one more time) Surviving the game I can be unstoppable Gonna walk through hell, gonna shake the walls (survive) Survive, surviving the game (surviving the game) Living the impossible I'm a champion, indestructible (survive) Survive, 'cause I'm surviving the game (survive) Surviving the game (survive) Surviving the game Living the impossible I'm a champion, indestructible (survive) Survive, 'cause I'm surviving the game I can be unstoppable Gonna be indestructible I can be unstoppable Gonna be indestructible