[Verse 1]
It all started back in '02
I never thought Compton and Marcy would ever feud
I ain't talkin' bout the big dude, big brotha to Kanye
Or da homeboy to the big dude
The fiance to Beyonce, had a protege
But wadn't no protege
That was as cold as Dre's
f**in with me, mc's seen their coldest days
He from Compton, rap like he from New York in the golden age
First n***a since Ice Cube from California to make Funk Flex blow grenades
I'm on the stage
I hear the crowd callin' my name
They goin' (Game, Game)
But I'm not one so don't try to play me
This goes for every n***a from Gucci Mane to Jay-Z
It's not a diss n***a don't catch feelins
I'll pull out the pen D.O.C. gave me a k** it
[Chorus]
If I could show you all the faces of the MC's that I ripped....ah you would laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh
[Verse 2]
As the clock strikes twelve on my rolly
And this b**h from da Big Pimpin' video starts to blow me (blow me)
In the phantom, I start to fantasize
This sh** get thicker than b**hes in Atlanta thighs
It's suicide...if you think you could f** with the seven time platinum driver of that land rover truck
And my ego bigger then the 26's, what if my pen had low pros
I could ride them beats, like I ride backstreets
After Snoop & Nas hang it up, its a track meat
n***a this race is fixed
Game recognize Game, I ain't never second place n' sh**
My first 2 albums real basic sh**
Spend half the time in the studio erasing sh**
A Queens n***a made me mad, So I made some hits
And learned one thing, hip hop can take some dick (aaaah)
[Chorus]
If I could show you all the faces of the MC's that I ripped....ah you would laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh
[Verse 3]
Half these rap n***as wiping they tears
The other half wonderin' how the f** Game got here
I took some weed up to Frisco, came back with a demo
Drove to Dre's studio came back in a limo
It was that simple
The cristal bottles and the b**hes came later
And so did the haters
As the doc turns the nob on fader
And I turned the TV cause I'm tired of watchin' the raiders
Fast forward then Shaq gettin' traded
Then fast forward again then Shaq gettin' traded
And f** all the time that was wasted
Beefin' with these wack n***as had me lost in the matrix
If I wanted the throne I would just take it
Put this .38 to yo dome b**h and just take it
I'm the music and it's time to face it
You n***as so f**in' p**y I can taste it
[Chorus]
If I could show you all the faces of the MC's that I ripped....ah you would laugh, you would laugh, you would laugh
If I could tell you all the things that I would do to k** yo favorite MC you would cry, you would cry, you would cry