I guess they say my attitude is the reason why I only have shit Why I keep losing everything, all the people around me, all of them These rap niggas hate, and they smile in my face You rabbit niggas mad, 'cause the turtle won the race And the radio debate, what the fuck they goin' play All the hot shit is my shit, they take what I say Play scrabble with my words, put it on the front page Then they go find a picture, of 50 and Game Say it's East vs. West; New York and L.A Since I don't' button up, now I'm beefin' with Jay An' apologize in seconds, you niggas is reckless You're not goin' bait me, to beef with a legend My pride, I protect it, the streets, I respect it I'm not trying to replace 'Pac, so accept it After 5 million records, the Dr. Dre lectures And 3 world tours, West Coast resurrected One-fourth of the group, 'til my help was rejected And I felt abandoned, so I threw away my necklace I can hear niggas talking, whispering in the dark They're like dogs with no bark When I pull over and park then guns starts to spark And the bullets find the mark Niggas outlined in the chalk and I speak from the heart When I say 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, how you snitched on stan He's a bitch like his man He'd have did you for a grand. Eminem called him "Stan" I'm going to say it again If I had one more chance I would've break all of his ribs With my bare fuckin' hands I'm a gangsta with fire You ain't, you a liar You ain't got no pride, there's a snitch in the wire Your fan base knows that you're gangsta is dying I won't stop until that wanksta retires After 20 magazines and a couple of awards I can close the first chapter; put my plaques on the wall To the top of the billboard Who ever knew that I would sell more than Destiny Child and U2? Or do a song with Busta, go neck and neck with Usher? Went gold in a week, I'm a bad motherfucker This Gangsta Disciple and vice lord shit Brown pride, Latin king This is blood, this is crip Hit the Impala Switch I keep a clip for any nigga that said I fuck his bitch Or changed 'cause I'm rich, saying Game used to strip Niggas weren't saying shit until I came with a hit Now you want to see me dead, blood stains in his whip Take a father from his son, put my name in cement After I'm gone they gonna sample my songs You can bury my bones but my music lives on