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[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? SongtexteI 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] Aus Songtexte Mania