[Game]

Yo, yo, yo

Who shot me?

Some punk motherfuckers I aint never seen before in my life

Gotta pay that price

When you in the hood hustlin, 24 hours a day

Guns bustin, the fiends need yay

So I'm in the kitchen with them pirex pots

Flip em like spatchulas, supply em hot

I'm in the yard everyday around 12 o'clock

They call me russel simons how I sell that rock

I'm in the hood and the new cl is hot

Gotta be 310, with a sprewells is stock

I'm not sure if its v12 or not, I'm not into cars

I just like to park em outside of drug seminars

I took shots like 50 dogg

The 1 in the heart got me ready to die like biggie was

And if I ever see them niggas again

Just rent me with a u-haul, and move my shit to the pen

I'm from compton, they say I'm real sick with the pen

Throw jay-z in the pot, mix em with ren

Or o.j on the rocks, mix em with gin

Whatchu got? The westcoast riding again

But this time aint gone be no beefing

The trucks got 6 stash spots, aint gone be no creeping

Creep up on my passengers side

You must be asking to die

Empty the 44 mag in his thighs

And hop out, and put the rest in your neck

Then ride off to that bone thug shit on life after death

I'm on that tupac thug shit, ride to my death

In the hood with a m16 around my neck

Looking like old dogg of dead presidents

At the beginning of the movie, comptons back

This the beginning of the movement, my dogs is strapped

Holla at my nigga x', where yonkers at?

Tell em I ruff ride threw manhattan on a harley

If you cant catch me now, be at the rich carlton

After that catch me chilling in harlem

Inside that cam'ron pink aston martin

Blowing that sour diesle and listening to bob marley

Then theres still a w, diddy's throwing a party

I'm here with t-mac, aint no clapping me down

One shot at the bar, aint no clapping me down

You know fase got a gun homie

I got a gun on me (shots)

Thats where I'm from homie

So before all that crazy talking

Big legends 89 and this eazy talking