Vārdi: Game. Church For Thugs.

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