Jim Steinman - The City lyrics

[Produced by Cool & Dre] [Intro] See any angels in the city See any angels in the city See any angels in the city [Verse 1: The Game] Tell them mothaf**as I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that mothaf**in' swamp in the Escalade So before you put that red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f**in' résumé Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new a**hole; I never hesitate Dre Beats on, smokin' that chronic just to meditate I'ma give 'em hurricanes until another levee break You n***as is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of ma** destruction is 'bout to detonate When a n***a Wack found me, sh**, I was sellin' weight Now a n***a's sellin' millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, n***a, every race 64 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate! But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the f**in' king in every state [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning 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 raging 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 buildin' Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, n***a, f** your feelings, this is me [Verse 2: The Game] I'm sick of mothaf**as talking 'bout "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherf**in' West side You test me, you test God, I'm His son It say in 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 spit like I'm the ghost of 'em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'em Matter of fact, shorten your list, n***a, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov… probably Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mill' that I slaughter Serve n***as, give a f** what you ordered How dare you n***as pop fly, when I'm the n***a? Sold 5 mill' out the gate, and numbers do not lie [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning 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 raging 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 buildin' Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, n***a, f** your feelings, this is me [Verse 3: The Game] I gave you The Documentary, sh** was a cla**ic Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the f** out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the 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 knocking on Satan's door What the f** 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 going 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 has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning 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 raging 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 buildin' Let it tow behind me, tell 'em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, n***a, f** your feelings, this is me [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant And the coupe tinted got pulled over Johnny always lock a n***a down Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box Like Manny Pacquiao Little n***a Mayweather size, ride like Pac In his prime, thug life is now on radar 'Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing when the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickriding I'm addicted to Westsidin' Living in a city where the skinny n***as die And the semi bullets fly, but it turned me to a lion Tryin', and I mean that sh** Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city with a n***a, had seen that sh** "Compton!", a n***a gotta scream that sh** Never went commercial, never TV-screened that sh** Can't block or screen that sh** Now everybody sing that sh**! [Outro] Red is a very emotionally and instense colour. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate and raises blood pressure. It has a very high visibility, which is why stop signs, stop lights and fire equipments 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 j**ellry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle. Thank you! Enjoy it!