[Intro: The Game]
Ah bitch, shut the fuck up
We don't fuck with no cats
We dogs in this motherfucker
Black Wall Street
So one track will strap the pansy
Top Dawg Entertainment
My only top dog
N***a named his record company after himself

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm running from the room with the surface
When you got a black car
Like he ain't a gangster homie, he just act hard
In L.A., he ain't a blood, he a rap star
In New York, dude is pussy, I clap ya'll
Soon as I hear it, I put the Bentley in reverse
Turn my fitted to the back
Step on the breaks and crack
Like, deaths for yappin', that's what happen
Runnin' the Rampart Division, and clap thе Captain
Like, that's for Big, that's for Pac
That's for pulling me over thе same day The Documentary dropped
Now, back on the block with the Louis Vuitton, sack full of rocks
Full Metal Jacket, that's for the cops
Commit suicide, run up on me, you will die
Hoppin' in the shootin' ranges to Glock'in since Junior High
Behind the bungalow is where my n***a say shoot the five
From the dice game to my nice [?]
(Record scratch)
[Verse 2: Rich Rocka]
I'm lyin' man, this whole fucking industry is wack
Like, I gotta know how to snap to get put on the map
Sight for sounds was dissin' me up
Up on
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When I seem I show him how to play with a 45
Don't think for one minute your boy is fake



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You can find me in the dictionary
Real n***a
Use it in a sentence

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
And I'm moving through the gutter like an alley cat
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You in range you get hit boy you gonna suffer
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Big blunts we puffin
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Hustle hard these stacks
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[Verse 4: ?]
Russell Crowe with the pen like a beautiful mind
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I get it poppin' homie
I'm about to lock it homie
I'm about to drop 81
Not a shot to Kobe
I'm the only, homie

[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
Fuck it
Check it
I would spaz all over the track
But I feel it's much more than that
There's more than a few metaphors
Awesome battle raps
A punchline you've probably heard before: trash
Most rappers can't see through the broke glass
Broke through something that's paper thin
We break you in on the G4
First class
Looking down, waving at dolphins
Hi Flipper!
And still got time to take media pictures
Sign autographs on the ass of black strippers
The mail man's about to deliver
Postcards to all your road dogs
Tell 'em K-dot finally lying 'em down honestly
Lying. Honest
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Abusing a n***a's intelligence
They can't comprehend
All they can do is compromise what they don't get
Analysing my rhymes would take a couple hours spent
I'm harder than hopping over a prison fence
With 10 guards watching you do this shit
It's ludicrous
Lucrative bucks
N***as ? hard trucks
Ready to move something
Either move or get whatevers coming
Cause bullets come soon
Like albums that never drop
When rappers get interviewed
Never in the field with bosses
Staying with the co-workers
Or find yourself getting robbed in your own coffin
You can't find yourself getting by
Doing a half-assed job
Because most of the time I'm right behind you
Watching your finances
Your rap advances
All I need is a window to come through:
Home invasion
We call that poor man's vacation
N***a's will hop in your bed
Sleep for hours
Hop out take a shower
Still think no time wasted
Ask him why he did
Said he was being patient
[Verse 6: ?]
West Coast assassin
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I know you were sitting inside the studio
Like this can't be done
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I'm no. 1 come kill me so I can ask Tupac
When you hear the 45
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[Verse 7: ?]
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Now give it up
Before you get lifted up
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I'm kinda greedy but with the team I split this shit
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I'm 19 but I'm a man though
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Next time you sleep you be live buried
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