[Spoken:]

Ay yo homie, I'm number one mothafucka (fuck you)

The Doctor's Advocate nigga (fuck you)

Get used to it man

Can't get rid of me bitch



[Chorus:]

You niggas had a chance and this shit is over

It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

Don't get mad at me 'cause i kept it rollin'

It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

24 loren hearts on that '06 rover

It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

Let the sunroof back and i keep on coastin'

It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn



[Verse 1:]

I you niggas talkin', whisperin' in the dark

Like dogs with no bark when i pull over and park

And them guns start to spark and them bullets find a mark

Niggas outlined chalk, and i speak from the heart

When that i kill you it's simple and plain

Don't say shit about Dre, and don't mention The Game

This industry is fake, and i can't understand how a grown-ass man

Sent a bitch to the pen, had a snitch on the stand 

He a bitch like his man, eat a dick for a gram

Eminem call his stand, ima say it again

If i had one more chance, i will break all his ribs with my bare fucking hands

I'm a gangsta on fire, now ain't you a liar, you ain't got no pride

Is a snitch and a liar

The fan base know that your gangsta is dying 

And i won't stop 'till that wanksta retire (I'm going)



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

This rap niggas hate, and they smile in my face

This other niggas mad 'cause i turn one to waist

And the radio debate, what the fuck they gon play

All the hot shit is my shit, they take what i say

You scrabble with my words, bring it on the front page

And they gon find a picture of 50 and Game

Then say it's East vs. West, New York and L.A.

Since i don't botton up, now i'm beffin' with Jay

And apologize say that you niggas is reckless

You're not gon bait me to beef with a legend

My pride, i protect it, the streets, i respect it

I'm not tryna replace Pac so accept 

After 5 million records, the Dr. Dre lectures

The 3 world tours, West Coast reserrected

Won 4 of the group 'till my help was rejected

And not fill the bentis, so i threw away my necklace!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

After 20 magazines, and a couple of wars

I can close the 1st chapter, put my plaqs on the walls

To the top of the billboard, who ever knew

I would sell more than Destiny's Child and U2

Or do a song with Busta, go neck to neck with Usher

Went gold in a week, i'm a bad mothafucka

This gangsta disciple and this vice lord shit

Brown Pride, Latin King, this Blood, this is Crip

Hit the Impala switch, and i keep a full clip

For any nigga sayin' that i fucked his bitch

Or changed 'cause i'm rich, sayin' Game used to strip

Niggas wasn't sayin' shit, 'till i came with a hit

Now they wanna see me dead, blood stains in his whip

Take a father from his son, put my name on cement

And after i'm gone, they gon sample my songs

You can burry my bones, but my music lives on!



[Chorus]



[Spoken:]

Ay yo man i don't really give a fuck about this shit 'yall really doin' man

Shit ain't makin' no noise, know what i'm sayin',  that shit is bullshit man

Why 'yall niggas tryna fuckin' kill my mothafuckin career man

Shit, ain't gon happen nigga

Not as long as my fuckin' bimley got 22 loren hearts on it nigga

Shit, i be damned nigga, under the black tent like "what!?"

I'm rich Game bitch