The Game - Dead lyrics

[Verse 1] This for my n***a C-Murder, locked away This for the n***a conscious that took Pac away This for the n***as scheming on me but not today This for the n***as thinking' I was all Dr. Dre This for the magazine writers with a lot say Come to my hood it ain't no good we co*k and spray Keep it gully like we out at fall Rockaway Treat gangsta rap like it's a hood spot for yay Come through the hood with a model chick that I got from 'Ye And rose Phantom limitage just a block away So let the beat knock while you bob your head I switch cars jump in the C.L., smoother than Pete Rock Air Max 95, flow cla**ic like Reebok Remember O1, try lay me down like shirak R.I.P to all them n***as and all my n***as [Hook x2] Don't Don't End Up dead n***a Don't Don't up Dead [Verse 2] One thing about me Always keep it real with myself Like Nas, I'm Ill Will with myself And I can feel the pain of Ms. Wallace I wish Chris was here, so he could see C.J. blow Like the paint on this Impala Tell Afeni to holla if she need another son that rap Pac's revenge and I got a gun that clap, like Dr. Dre snares Blow chronic like Dr. Dre cares I been there, done that Dr. Dre shares all his b**hes and his liquor He ain't call me for Detox, but that's my n***a Remember who brought 'em back to Compton The 23 year old me was a f**in' monsters Still n***as say I ain't hood what f** they talk' about Like I won't kiss my sons on the heads and chuck em out What up 50? let's talk it out But until we talk it out [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I remember when my older brother wanted to be Rakim Now I'm livin' his dream, cause somebody shot him And left me like Eric B. without Rakim Still payed them for like B.B.S. stock rims Now I got California locked in Dip in this Beamer, same model, different year they shot Pac in So whats the "Top 10" if you dead Who drop this Lamborghini if I'm in the feds To times feeling spelling my nights up in the bed But I'm from Compton so when I'm out its Infrared Get my son ready for school and I kiss his head So when you see my face in the mirror If I end up dead bed Never wore bullet proof vest and no got bullet proof Car You know me Westside triple O.G And I'mma tell you like the homie Snoop Dogg told me [Hook x2]