[Verse 1] 

All this time I been, strategizing my uprising 

When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin 

Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin 

N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac 

And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game 

I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain 

We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders 

Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers 

Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders 

And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder 

Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is suckas 

Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us 

Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch 

Nigga, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit 

Nigga, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name 

Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin cu-cu-cutthroat game 



[Chorus x2] 

I'm standin in the path of a hurricane 

Livin on the edge of a razor, man 

I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same 

Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat 



[Verse 2] 

Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say? 

I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay 

Fuck what he say or she say 

I got ridahs from susanville to niggaz up in chino pressin replay 

Gangsta walker, professional shit talker 

Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller 

This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos 

Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though 

First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker 

Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas 

My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it 

One of the first gangsta rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it 

Glocks and pistols on the album cover 

Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies suckas 

I was 16 wit hustler's dreams 

From bein a ballin-ass rapper, Take some cream 



[Chorus x2] 



[Verse 3] 

I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish 

If you ain't knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish 

Fuck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban 

Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin 

Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and shittin 

Ebonic spittin, niggaz dumber than fo spittin 

West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic 

If it's drama, then we comin 3 deep, that's how we at it 

I ain't sayin you smoke crack, but you actin kinda crackish 

If you ain't knowin bout bossalini that gangsta mackish 

I'm still gettin fan mail from switzerland spain 

And I'm bout to drop some more thug shit in the game 

Remember record company rule #4080? 

Watch ya back cause motherfuckers is shady 

By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain 

Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin cu-cutthroat game 



[Chorus x7]