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See any angels in the

Tell muthafuckas I'm forever paid, California king
Wrestle gators in the Everglades, drive up out muthafuckin swamp
In the Escalade so you put that Red rag
In your I wanna see your fuckin resume
off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic to meditate
I'mma em hurricanes until another levee break
You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's
Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to
When a nigga Wack me, shit, I was selling weight
Now a selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
in front of millions, nigga every race
64 in the '64, now watch the scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? let 'em hate
But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the fucking king in every

Recognize my
Ridicule my
Give me fuel for the fire when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips to write
Get familiar Cartwright
Cause I that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me 'em
They can find me in the dark the ghetto children look at my heart
fuck your feelings, this is me

I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the died"
Can't you my heart beating?
That's the West side, you test me, you test God
I'm his son, it say in Psalms, you at me
Then I can you with this Tommy gun, you won't have no time to run
I'm the Compton slums and that's how the West ride
I'm from the city two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit I'm the ghost of 'em
Name top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'em
Matter of fact, your list nigga, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, Pac, Nas
No order, bet a mil that I slaughter
niggas, give a fuck what you ordered
How dare you pop fly when I'm the nigga
Sold 5 mil out the and numbers do not lie

my life
Ridicule my
Give me fuel for the burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the my fingertips start to write
Get familiar Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull the needle drops
For the record, wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow me tell 'em
They can me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, is me

I you the Documentary, shit was a classic
you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was
I was the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the
Spill the red ink on the paper, it's my pen is broke
And this is what you all waiting for
I'm the angel knocking on Satan's door
What the fuck y'all take me I love you cause you hate me more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor, up on you
Like "what's going on baby boy?" Shots in that door
Either I'm crazy, or the black Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one album
The best the West has seen, no disrespect to Calvin

my life
Ridicule my
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to
Get familiar with
Cause I want shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, if my record don't pop
tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, is me

Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder,
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled
Johnny always lock a nigga
Knowing well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little Mayweather size, ride like Pac
In his prime, thug is now on radar
Til the federal through and raid ours
Reminiscing the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dickriding, I'm to
Westsiding, living in a where the skinny niggas die
And the bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I that shit
Game came through, put the city on his
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen shit
"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that
Never went commercial, T.V. screened that shit
Can't block or screen shit, now everybody sing that shit