1.How We Do
Lyricist：Russell Deyo, Michael Elizondo, Duane Hughes, Curtis Jackson,
Vaughan Carrington Mason, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unhh, impala, unnh Crome Hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white air, ones
Since red, rum ready here I, come
Compton, unh dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when master p was saying unnnh
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum got weed on the ton
I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that es-co-lade
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rocking with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest they say I'm no good 'cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold daytonas on that cherry six-four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in new york ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rocking with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
50, unh Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's game time you ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months but fifty got it done
Signed with g-unit had niggaz like, 'huh？
Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinking I'm a punk get your fucking head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
Ready here he come gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda meet my ba, retta
The dra-ma, setta sip am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta than average
On tracks I'm a savage I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-unit!)
2.Westside Story
Lyricist：M Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor,
Andre Young
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what
happened
Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson
I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice？
You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the
dresser
I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
3.Hate It Or Love It
Lyricist：Ronald Baker, Allan Wayne Felder, Norman Ray Harris, Curtis
James Jackson, Andre Christopher Lyon, Jayceon Terrell Taylor,
Marcello Anton Valenzano
Ya, let's take em back, uh huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, 'Check, Check Out My Melody'
I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
Fo' a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it
That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider
Ten G's will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all 'bout losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have ya body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
That's ten years I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob boy, see how time fly？
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see five-oh throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with five-oh, it's all startin' to make sense
My ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin' on shop money to lamp, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin' babies in the garbage
I wanna know 'What's Goin' On' like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion？ I love you, ma
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
4.Higher
Lyricist：Mark Batson, Michael Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Che Pope,
Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop
I make it hot, I do it
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop
I'll make the whole club rock, I do it
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I don't need that, I'm riding wit Dre
Who don't love us, every hood throwin' they dubs up
Who the fuck yall thought was comin' after Young Buck？
Hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike
Airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
I got a squad, EVE and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles, yeah right there
Matter fact I'll take you in the back
You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of
Fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is
back
(I can take you higher)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo', you ain't know？
(I can take you higher)
It's the motherfuckin' chronic nigga thats whatsup, roll that
blunt
(I can take you higher)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath, I'm the motherfuckin' game and
(I can take you higher)
It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop
I make it hot, I do it
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop
I'll make the whole club rock, I do it
Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like NWA did
From the hood, liquor store to the state pen
This is gin and juice
The Doc made the club ROC without timbaland boots
First nigga to put Drolex on a Bentley Coupe
You wanna pimp？ I perm my shit up like Snoop, Westside
Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch
'Let it burn' like Usher girl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back girl
Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch
I'm a call you and hit, you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a
flick
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
(I can take you higher)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo', you ain't know？
(I can take you higher)
It's the motherfuckin' chronic nigga thats whatsup, roll that
blunt
(I can take you higher)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath, I'm the motherfuckin' game and
(I can take you higher)
It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop
I make it hot, I do it
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop
I'll make the whole club rock, I do it
Put 25's on the Hummer, why not？
I'm a be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter, I'm fuckin' up they money
I don't need sound scan, I'm doin' my own numbers
When that Impala bounce, you can see the chrome under
I got em' in every color, yeah I'm a known stunner
When I hit a switch, I get higher than long jumpers
Low ridin' with a hood rat or a grown woman
And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
'Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6 4, when his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin', Doc got somethin' to say be
quiet
Look out for Detox
(I can take you higher)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo', you ain't know？
(I can take you higher)
It's the motherfuckin' chronic nigga thats whatsup, roll that
blunt
(I can take you higher)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath, I'm the motherfuckin' game and
(I can take you higher)
It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop
I make it hot, I do it
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop
I'll make the whole club rock, I do it
5.Start from Scratch
Lyricist：Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
Aight, what the fuck are you lookin' at self？
You want a piece of me
Ahh man shit
The story of my life
If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana same 45th
Same G wagon, same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin' up my shit
Same telephone booth, same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin' up in my chest
Same bloody T-shirt, same address
Same dog food album bangin' in my tape deck
Homie, if I could make 94 today
I'd tell easy and Dre to bring back N.W.A.
I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
Told Puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies, fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tez
Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy Charles he would say
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
Homie, if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut of the PS2 at 12：49
Nigga I'm a gangsta, I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9
I was 2 beeps away from a flatline
When you a bad boy, niggas don't wanna see you shine
Dre said it's my turn, he call it game time
23' lexanis bitches call him the Bronx
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind
Bring Baby Luny back at the drop of a dime
He let off a whole K, got shot 1 time
That was a cool nigga, I wish he had 9 lives
My brother Devon died 'coz he chased the cat
This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make, it's called payback
If y'all don't wanna listen, show me where Pastor Mase at
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday
When pigeons in your Coupe, you gotta watch where your birds lay
Would have told V to stay sober
When niggas beg for mercy that mean the beef is over
Told Meesh to take the Porsche back, drive a Rover
Told Slim hit reverse on that hardtop Nova
I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier
So I wouldn't have to live lookin' over my shoulder
My life is like an Impala ridin 3 wheel motion
I've been front to back, side to side
Level my 6 4 frame out, keep on rollin'
Keep your family far away and your enemy's closer
Picture this the Source suckin' Benzino's dick
Try to be the big fish in the pond, you know how them piranhas
get
You dead when dat green line go flat
If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change
that
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back, go right back
Start from scratch
6.Special
Lyricist：Khari Cain, M Elizondo, M Flower, Curtis Jackson, J Taylor,
Rick Wakeman, Andre Young
Ah man game don't tell me you love her
I mean I like the bitch I don't love her
Next thing you know you gun be all
Boogo upped with her and shit, fuck that
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
L.A.X. to J.F.K. that's where it all happened
Caught you walkin' out that Gucci store in Manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs, you was withcha girls
I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls
It was me against the world, baby girl you had dreams of
startdiling
The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem
First date at Mr. Choas it was Cushier？ I would coach ya
La Pearl, Gucci's, Lou, Finde, Prada, Douche
Runnin' circles in my living room, tearing up sofas
McLaren or Rover, fuck it ma let's tear up the highway
Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off
Then we could go 1 on 1 at Dre's house
Jeans painted with the waist cut out
You rockin' the fly way that lil' bit of Compton
Mixed with bed sty way and girl I'm not trying to excite you
I'm tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air Nike you, ya
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk
The way you smile, the way you swingin' them hips when you walk
The way you look, the way you ride when you workin' them thighs
The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes
You down for me, I'm down for you you go down on me
I'll go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man
won't do
I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you
Keep you in pink rocks and G-unit canvas shoes
Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move
I'll take you to New York city, Atlanta too
Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers through
And you know
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
Let me tell you bout the birds and bees
How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys
Your boyfriend don't like me, 'cause he don't get a fourth
Of my cheese and you can take back the Porsche and his keys
Hop in the Range Rover, you ain't gotta force him to leave
I gotta chrome four four on my jeans you got Gucci frame
Covering the mark on your face, 'cause he don't want you
To leave and I don't want you to stay, sometimes I wanna
Snatch that nigga out the CLK, I know he treating you like
K-CIi did Mary J I wanna ease ya pain, kick off your Lou sandles
Let me, whip your tears with my G-unit bandanna
Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin' 'em
It's 'Me and my girlfriend' like Tupac and them
Jay-z and Beyonce or Bobby and Whitney
We the oh 5 bonnie and Clyde, you feel me
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special
7.Runnin'
Lyricist：Marvin Bernard, Tony Cottrell, Dion Jenkins, Jayceon Taylor
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'
With ninety-nine miles left, on the Avis Rental car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis at the Pearly Gate
God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans
But I'm runnin' like New York pedestrians
Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again
It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin
She fuckin' my enemies inside my homeboys Benz
Now she beggin' God's mercy 'cause she ain't listen to Nas
And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey
He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton
Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient
True story
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line
If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin'
I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin'
Homicide come around and they keep on coming
That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin'
I ain't Nelly Put my Desert Eagles on girl
Just jumped bail traveling the world
When I sign my deal I said, 'Fuck jail'
I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil
This shit real fuck an appeal
D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill
Sling dope sling crack and them E pills
That's why I'm on the low like a Navy Seals, I'm runnin'
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'
'Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go
So I gotta get my album in place
My G-Unit features
My Eminem sixteens
My Dr. Dre beats
And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me
Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me
See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis
My mom said I'm hard head, I don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot
I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop
'Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got
They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot
Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop
Make yo chest move
Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool
Jimmy Lovine was the best move
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'
If you got it
If you're in it
Bench warmers
No sleeping, I'm runnin'
8.Like Father, Like Son
Lyricist：Anthony Best, Eric Hudsong, C Simmons, T Smith, J Taylor
June 30th, 11：07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, what Up
Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck
Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin'
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live, homie, If we only livin' to die
I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11：32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yellin' for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
One, two, three, four
I see the head, Doc bustin' through the door, he between the
legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11：46, the head out, she screamin', making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach foldin' like a lazy boy
I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singin' to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm callin' niggas on tour, Jayo, tell Spiz I just cut the
umbilical cord
11：57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young
Harlem Karan
I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa
For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby's mama, Aliska
For pushin' out a 10-pound, 4-ounce mini me, I still can't
believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy
Or your Grandfather, call Uncle Zip
Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers
Baron Davis and 'D-Mack', Darius Rogers, drop the top on the '71
With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, Tian and Li'l Pun
Lowridin', bangin', ready to die, track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one
I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
9.Where I'm From
Lyricist：Artie Butler, Bernard Edwards, Mark Lindsay, Jayceon Taylor
I'ma B-L-double-O-D
Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P
Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E
Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G
Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force One's
In Cashville, but Compton is
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped 'Me and My Bitch'
She get them birds past, I put her in first class
And tell her to carry on that Duni and Burke bag
She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag
And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags
'Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin'
I lay niggaz out like creased khakis
In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin'
I got the whole N-Y-C saggin'
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude)
(Game time niggaz, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude)
(Straight Outta Compton)
(We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic)
(Legend in the makin')
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors)
(In the City of Angels)
Y'all niggaz got it fucked up
What you thought cause I'm from Compton
And I couldn't do numbers like Usher？
Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus
Play both sides of the fence, 'cause the Crips feel cause'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've been bangin' since Mary J. did 'Real Love'
(If you don't know)
I painted the Rover black
The West coast is back, I can smoke to that
Mom's got the CL-6, that's a fact
I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques
Niggaz lookin' for a cat to jack
Homey I'm willin' to do two life sentences back to back
So please don't push me
You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all pussy
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude)
(Game time niggaz, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude)
(Straight Outta Compton)
(We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic)
(Legend in the making)
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors)
(In the City of Angels)
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude)
(Game time niggaz, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude)
(Straight Outta Compton)
(We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic)
(Legend in the making)
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors)
(In the City of Angels)
10.Put You On The Game (Produced By Timbaland)
Lyricist：N Hills, Tim Mosley, Jayceon Taylor
Electro-compulsive Therapy
Part one
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the crip with me, oh
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the snake with me, oh
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the walk with me
Go 'head, go 'head
Go ahead, Game
First things first, Aftermath, The Chronic is back
This is 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 for Dre
The rebirth for L.A., the rebirth for hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
Hold up, Timb stop
I said, this is another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
G G G G G, young homey got shit locked
Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo'
50 Cent know
I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' with Timbo
Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me 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 bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in 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 22's
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 let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me 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 bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
My Unit is Gorilla, 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 niggaz 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 to do it
Unless she got on LePearla 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 let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me 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 bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
11.Church for Thugs
Lyricist：Curtis James Jackson, J Smith, Jayceon Taylor
Yeah, Fort Knox, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about perculatin' on lo-lo？
Mics an' six fo's, nigga, ha ha, no more hand claps, please,
nigga
Here we go, just blaze
To all my niggaz on the porch gettin' they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
An' I can't forget, my niggaz ridin' the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pele shit
I love New York, but gangbangin', that's L.A. shit
An' I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love
it
Haters, you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it
I can shoot a video to it an' spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggaz get shot, the more I suffer
'Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for
your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggaz doin' life in the state pen, so I dread like
Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Then break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the
pavement
Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
An' when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
Who I gotta talk to？ Who I gotta write？
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin' in Air Nikes, aight
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin' wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggaz trained to
kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah, f'real I eat a track, homey
Dre, we too close, ain't no turnin' back, homey
Deal with it, I'ma be here for ten years
Spittin' like the ghost of Eric Wright an' Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit here
Thinkin' in the back of your mind, 'This is the shit, yeah'
I spit for niggaz doin' 25 on they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie an' Fitch gear
An' every nigga who ever helped me to get here
Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
An' when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin' weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin' upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been wrapped since '88
Look at the world we live in, niggaz steady hate
'Til the Heckler an' Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's
face
Niggaz catchin' feelings 'cause I'm about millions
An' out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest
You a close second, nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage an' I'ma have to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin' an' drug dealin'
Run an' tell Lateef I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin' out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq an' Alonzo
You niggaz want me out of L.A., geah, I know
Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down
An' when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal
12.We Ain't
Lyricist：Rufus Cooper, Katari Cox, Jean Yves Ducornet, Michael
Elizondo, Henry Garcia, Malcolm R. Greenidge, Curtis Jackson,
Steve King, Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, Delray M Richardson,
Tupac Amaru Shakur, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Romell Young
Ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength aftermath
Straight out the mothafuckin' streets of Compton
Put your hands together for game bitch
Yeah, mothafuckas, Compton's back on the mothafuckin' map
Aftermath in that ass bitch, game let's go
Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit
They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But it's hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist
They say shit but fuck them,
Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was
We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em
Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay
shit
Thinkin' what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit
The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch
They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin'
Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin' us
We ain't goin' no where so fuck you
We ain't goin' no where so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same it's changing yo new Game
You're now about to witness the power
Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making
If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame
Your mind's lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch
You will end up in the same situation, same shit
Different day, just with different gangstas in your face
Which way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face
Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward
Off accusations that he had somebody blasted
The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task
With masking tape and the victim's penis up his ass, a basket
case
And they ask him to clean up his act
You bastards wasting too much time
Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going
We ain't goin' nowhere so fuck you
We ain't goin' nowhere so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same it's changing to new Game
You're now about to witness the power
Low get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick
I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick
Yeah, the chrome sick, the window's tinted
If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton
These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window
For tellin' me it's hot when it's not and you got what you got
From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin' Dre you got
shot
With a glock that don't phase me
I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady？
I don't care if the radio don't play me
I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin' today
And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks
So I'm gone bitch
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same its changin' to new Game
You're now about to witness the power
13.No More Fun and Games
Lyricist：Steven R. Arrington, Leroy Bonner, James Brown, Charles Cedel
Carter, Lewis Jr. Collins, William De Vaughn, Waung Hankerson,
O'shea Jackson, Marshall Ugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter
Junie Morrison, Norman Uce Napier, Andrew Noland, Roger Parker,
Lorenzo Erald Patterson, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell,
Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Gregory Allen Webster, Eric
Wright, Andre Romell Young
3 Minutes my nigga
Ya'll know what it is
Just Blaze
Gangsta, gangsta that's already evident
Nigga wit a attitude, check, check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, Homie, that's irrelevant
I'm with the D O C, there's nobody better
Then the west coast felon when he on that low rider
Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it
I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas
Movin' peanuts like a elephant
I'm on cars like spinnin' rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches
Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches
If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, 'cause ain't
No More Fun and Games
I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into one
Used to move birdies 'till I put a hole in one
Nigga they thought I wasn't holdin' a gun, they try to ride up
On me like Afeni Shakurs only son
Dre told me he ain't doing Detox, this his only run
Mase coming back and Hovie done
I'm surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table
I'am The Game and still niggas tryna play
Dude, I'm Ruthless, I ain't talkin' 'bout the label
I hook niggas up and I don't mean free cable
I mean I hook niggas up to the IV
The same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine
I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin' me
Tell Dre put up a mill 'cause that's what my bail will be
No More Fun and Games
I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18, 3：09 PM
Around the same time Wanksta got it's first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn
And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in？
I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks
Prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, 6 years after Randy Moss
Caught his first touchdown for the Vikings
1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds
Before Sound scan got printed
2 Platinum Records for I'm classified with Biggie
And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah
14.Don't Need Your Love
Lyricist：Kenneth B Edmonds, Kejuan Muchita, Jayceon Taylor
Yo, Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one, nigga
I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga
I got shit on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My Pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mossberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them
niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin' I gotta teach my son
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change
I heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you
again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win？
No mics, no unsigned hype, nigga fuck the source
Plus them awards, I don't need
And them niggaz breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga, 'cause reality is
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm gone
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's supposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my block in the Coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change
15.The Documentary
Lyricist：Jeffrey Bhasker, Jayceon Taylor
What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every rapper claim he let his clique pop
But even myself tote a gun and know to run then get shot
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc
Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him
I'm far from religious but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece
I came back from the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops
I'm ready to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary
Ready to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,
documentary
If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I spit in his face
Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's
If you cross my T I'll dot your eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the world
'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums every seven years
You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that says
'Don't wear throwbacks or drive, ride in maybacks'
Is that a shot at Jay？ Naa, I was talkin' about Ja Rule
Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of respect for Jay
You know what I'm sayin'
I never take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I don't do
Let me tell you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a hoover crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick
The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q gone
They say truth hurts sunk, like quick sand
Don't stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman
I gotta restore the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of middle children
We can talk about a loan after I sell five million
If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my face？
I take all the credit for puttin' the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla Black
I'm ready to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary
Ready to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,
documentary
16.Don't Worry
Lyricist：Mike City, Jr., Michael Elizondo, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
Can't wait 'til we make real love
Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough
I'm really lookin' forward to a future for us
Baby, don't worry 'bout it, I'm a be right here waitin' on you
Even took a second job
So they won't take the cars an' put a lean on the house
I know it's gonna be a while before you get out
Baby, don't worry 'bout it, I'm a be right here waitin' on you
An' them dudes you ran with are foul
They've been tryna get at me, ever since you been down
Even my girls are tellin' me I should end it all now
Baby, don't worry 'bout it, I'ma be
All I can think about is that honey complexion
An' the way your skin glow when you slip on them D＆R dresses
I know you wonderin' why I got you a Smith ＆ Wesson
'Cuz them niggaz in the hood is the reason we stressin'
I miss that gangsta lovin' an' that lil' affection
An' butter soft lips when you kissin' my chest an'
Mary, I put nothin' above you
An' behind that vest I got a heart, ma, gangstas need love too
Some think the worst of you
They betray you as a man, it's not that far from the truth
You were caught up in the game an' now it's caught up to you
Baby, don't worry about it, I'm a be right here, waitin' on you
It use to be caramel skin tones, Spreewell rims on
Glasshouse, ass out, Jacob watch, gems stones
Bandana, Nike Airs, tennis bracelet, wife here
Black rag, do or die, 45 right here
Every time I was down, you was always right here
Whenever visitin' hours came, I know my wife there
So pink diamonds right there, Chain hang ice there
The reason for my tattooed tear, I need you to hold me down
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
I'm a be right here waitin' on you
I'm locked up, countin' the days down
Tryna hold my head 'cuz the penitentiary ain't no playground
I'm dyin' in here, I don' know how you stay down
In the shootin' range twice a week, bussin' that tre pound
I would neva aks you to wait around
But how do a white sandy beach in San Tropez sound？
An' no more outta town trips on the Greyhound
Just me hittin' like a beat from Dr. Dre out
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
I'm a be right here waitin' on you
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
Baby, don't worry 'bout it
I'm a be right here waitin' on you
I'm lookin' for a future with you, baby
I wanna see you real soon, real soon, real soon
I'll be right there, I'll be right there
Baby, don't worry 'bout it, I'm a be right here, waitin' on you
17.Dreams
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought..
dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz
i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout
song))
(Verse 1)
I woke up out dat coma, 2000 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 2000 and 1
Three years later, that album is done
Aftermath presents： 'Nigga With a Attitude ： Volume 1'
Rap critics politicin'
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 wall turned black, like i was starin outa Stevie Wonders
glasses
Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West
Comin back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin
But, we da future
Whitney Houston told me that： it's gon take mo' than a bullet in
the heart to hold me back
(HOOK)
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin 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＊
B.G. music playing...
(Verse 2)
I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When i saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangsters,loved nasty things
So im the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled lifes obstacles,found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' a Unsigned Hype
Till i was crushed my Dave Mase, almost let my pen fall asleep
on a page
Daydreamin yesterday
Dozin' off back-stage
I tought i saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master Jay
So i walked over heard Jam Master say
Its a hardknock life, then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath
(HOOK)
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin 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＊
B.G. music playing...
(Verse 3)
The Dream of Huey Newton, thats what im livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what im givin you!
Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit？
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo-Kid then i started blazin Clue
It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be
Dont sleep on me homie i BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITY
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went？
How do i say this,im livin for my son but i can't figure out,why
im at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catohlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend had just begun'
(HOOK：)
Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin 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＊
B.G. music playing...
(The GAME talking)
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and
Serena Williams who was slain
During a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003,
Rest in peace...
B.G.Music fades to an end...
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