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[feat. Kendrick Lamar] "Leave the angels in the city" [Verse 1: Game] 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'm a 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?, 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 king in every state [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life, ridicule my fights Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights Letras de cancionesIn the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the? drops. My record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie your neck on a Downtown building Let the? behind me tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heard, nigga fuck your feelings This is me! [Verse 2: Game] 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, insane songs, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums And that's how the West ride I'm from the city where 2 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 [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] [Verse 3: Game] 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? " Shocks in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or 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 [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] And I wear? 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 And his? is now a radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing on 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, a nigga has 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 seen that shit From Letras Mania