The City
by Game

Album: The R.E.D. Album (2011)
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  • See any 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'mma 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 Wack 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
    64 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 fucking king in every state

    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
    Get familiar with Cartwright
    Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
    For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
    I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow 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'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 say in Psalms, you come at me
    Then I can split you with this Tommy gun, you won't have no time to run
    I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride
    I'm from the city where two 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
    Get familiar with Cartwright
    Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
    For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
    I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow 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
    Could 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
    Get familiar with Cartwright
    Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
    For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
    I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow 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

    Kendrick, and I wear 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 when 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 with 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 sing that shit Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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