The Game
Who Shot Me?
[Freestyle]
Who shot me? Some punk mothafuckas
I ain't never seen before in my life, you gotta pay that price
When you in the hood hustlin' 24 hours a day
Gun bust in [?] yay
So I'm in the kitchen with a Pyrex plat
Flip 'em like [?] supply I'm hot
I'm in yard everyday around twelve o'clock
They call me Russell Simins I sell that rock
I'm in the hood in a new [?]
[?] stock
I don't know if it's [?] or not
I'm not in a cause, I just like park above side drug [?]
I took shots like 50 dog
The one in a heart got me ready to die like Biggie was
And if I ever see them n***as again
[?] to the pen
I'm from Compton they say I'm real sick with a pen
Throw Jay-Z and a Pack mix 'em with Ren
An OG [?]
Whatchu got? The West Coast ridin' again
But this time ain't goin' be no beefin'
The truck got six stash spots ain't goin' be no [?]
Grip buck from my passenger's side
You must be askin' a die
Empty the .44 mag in a [?]
And how 'bout put the rest in your neck?
[?] to that Bone-N-Thug shit on Life After Death
I'm on that 2Pac thug shit right to my death
In a hood with a M-16 around my neck
Lookin' like [?] and dead presidents it's a beginning of a movie
Compton's back! It's a beginning of a movement
My dogs are strapped, holla at my n***a X
Where Yonkers at
Tell 'em ruff rydin' to Manhattan [?]
If he can't catch me now I'm be at a [?]
After that catch me chillin' at Harlem
Aside a Cam'ron [?]
Blowin' that [?] diesel and listen to the Bob Marley
[?] Diddy [?] party
I'm here with D Mack ain't no pathin' me down
One shot at the bar ain't no clappin' me down
You know, Fase got a gun homie
I got a gun homie *bang-bang* that's where I'm from homie
So before all that greesy talkin'
[?] '89 and it's Eazy talkin'