Artist: The Game f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: The R.E.D. Album Song: The City Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {"Leave the angels in the city..."} {"Leave the angels in the city..."} [Game] Tell them motherfuckers I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglade Drive up out that motherfuckin swamp, in a Escalade So before you put that red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin résumé Started off on ground zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole, I never hesitate Dre beats on, smokin that chronic just to meditate I'ma give 'em hurricanes until another levee break You niggaz is featherweight, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate When the nigga Wack found me, shit, I was sellin weight Now a nigga's sellin millions, NOW it's time to celebrate! Permormin in front of millions, nigga every race 6'4" in a '6-4, now watch the Chevy scrape Fourth album, no 5 Mics? Then let 'em hate But I'm not stoppin 'til I'm the fuckin king in EVERY state! [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] {"Leave the angels in the city"} Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burnin when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a ragin +Bull+ when the needle drops For the record, I'ma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'ma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me Tell 'em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children Look in my heart, nigga fuck yo' feelings This is ME! [Game] I'm sick of motherfuckers talkin 'bout the West died Can't you hear my heart beatin? {*heart thumps twice*} That's the motherfuckin Westside! You test me you test God, I'm his son And sayin psalms you come at me, then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have no time to run I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride I'm from the city where, two of the best died Rest in peace to both of 'em; spit like I'm the ghost of 'em Damn, I said I'll spit like I'm the ghost of 'em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'em Matter fact shorten your list, nigga top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov, prol'ly 'Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil' that I slaughter and SERVE niggaz, give a FUCK what you ordered How DARE you niggaz pop fly? When I'm the nigga sold five mil' out the gate and numbers do NOT lie! [Chorus] [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 a scope Spillin red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waitin for I'm the lost angel knockin 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 goin on baby boy?" SHOTS in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy or the black Slim Shady or Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more? But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar] Heh, and I wear a pendant, on my shoulder, soldier Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tenant, got pulled over Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowin damn well we don't wanna see the +box+ like Manny Pacquiao Lil' nigga Mayweather size Ride like 'Pac in his prime, +Thug Life+ is now on radar 'Til a federal come through and raid ours Reminiscin when the L.A. Raiders, was in my home Snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone, dick-ridin I'm addicted to, West-sidin Livin in a city where the skinny niggaz die and the semi bullet fly but it turn me to a lion Tryin (try-tryin, tryin, tryin, tryin, tryin) And I mean that shit! Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city where the nigga had seen that shit Compton, a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, never TV screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit Now everybody sing that shit [Outro: JoiStaRR] Red, is a very emotionally intense color. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate, and raises blood pressure. It has very high visibility, which is why stop signs, stoplights and fire equipment are usually painted red. It also represents one-third of California's gang population. Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area. Also, tuck your jewelry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle. Thank you! Enjoy.