[Hook: The Game](x2)
N***a you got a blunt then put it in the air
N***a you got a gun then put it in the air
N***a you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

[Verse 2: The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this forty-five and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin
Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies
I'm like them Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B