The City Lyrics - Game

"Leave the angels in the city" 

Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid 

California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades 

Drive up out that muthafuckin swamp in the Escalade 

So before you put that Red rag in your pocket 

I wanna see your fuckin resume 

Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate 

Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate 

Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate 

I'm a give em hurricanes until another Levee break 

You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight 

Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate 

When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight 

Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate 

Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race 

6-4 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape 

4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate 

But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state 

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Recognize my life, ridicule my fight 

Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights 

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write 

Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull 

When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop 

I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building 

Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me 

In the dark with the ghetto children 

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings 

This is me! 

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I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" 

Can't you hear my heart beating? 

That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God 

I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me 

Then I can split you with this Tommy gun 

You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums 

And that's how the West ride 

I'm from the city where 2 of the best died 

Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em 

Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em 

Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em 

Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5 

Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas 

No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter 

Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered 

How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga 

Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie 

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight 

Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights 

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write 

Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull 

When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop 

I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building 

Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me 

In the dark with the ghetto children 

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings 

This is me! 

I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic 

Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package 

Came with LAX, since critics said it was average 

I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and 

Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope 

Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke 

And this is what you all been waiting for 

I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door 

What the fuck y'all take me for? 

I love you cause you hate me more 

I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 

Shake you like Haiti's floor 

Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy? " 

Shots in that Mercedes door 

Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or 

That be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more 

But I still owe Jimmy one more album 

The best the West has ever seen - no disrespect to Calvin 

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight 

Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights 

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write 

Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull 

When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop 

I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building 

Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me 

In the dark with the ghetto children 

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings 

This is me! 

And I wear a pendant on my shoulder 

Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted 

Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a nigga down 

Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao 

Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime 

Thug life is now on radar 

Til the federal come through and raid ours 

Reminiscing on the LA Raiders 

Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome 

And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to 

Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die 

And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion 

Trying, and I mean that shit 

Game came through, put the city on his back 

I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit 

"Compton! ", a nigga gotta scream that shit 

Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit 

Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit