[Verse 1:]
Straight outta the mother$#&@in pissy hallways in the projects
To park in a four door Bentley on my set.

Same hood, same mother$#&@in steps
I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death"
Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360

The Aftermath for that is the ^!$$% 50 aint wit me.
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me but ^!$$% I spit real %#@!,

like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit.
Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke

And coughed up five platinum plaques
So Ima let the ^!$$% Dr. Dre hit
Next time I have dreams of $#&@in an R&B (*##$ (dreams of $#&@in an R&B (*##$)

I don't make love, I make hits.
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop %#@!.


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Feels Good
Gangsta


[Verse 2:]
Im that six figure ^!$$%

Who got the word from KRS-ONE
and stole the Blueprint from Jigga
^!$$%s yellin Game did this, Game did that

Game aint do %#@! but bring the mother$#&@in West Coast back
I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood.
I sent a mother$#&@in Hallmark card to Suge

That ^!$$% know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats
I'm already dead

I put the .38 revolver to my own $#&@in head
before I let the %#@! eat my conscience.
Aint a ^!$$% in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton.

Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers.
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy.
Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby.

I'm in rehab three times a week
because I'm a mother$#&@in feen for a Dr. Dre beat.


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