on a farm, and keep a long sleeve shirt for them tats on your arm [Chorus: x2] I'm on the run Packin my Gun Havin no fun Caught in the cross hairs When I thought I had run
on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out
some new em-phasis on our syllables [Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon feature EM and get rich And let Dre mix the
??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on
her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on
The Game:] Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfuckin messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the six-fo', still puffin on the same chronic
gangster ***** you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on [The Game] Gettin' my Bang on Red strings on Lue vaton kicks, Lue vaton frames on
) Real n****s don't feel dem n**** And on some real n**** shit man I feel you n****s We like we miss Pac we need to hear Dre we miss Big N.W.A Well what
em-phasis on our syllables [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix
Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16
