the city (feat. YG Hootie)

See any angels in the city

See any angels in the city

See any angels in the city

Tell them motherfuckers I'm forever paid

California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades

Drive up out that motherfuckin' swamp in the Escalade

So before you put that red rag in your pocket

I wanna see your fuckin' résumé

Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate

Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate

Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate

I'ma give 'em hurricanes until another levee break

You niggas is featherweight, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight

Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate

When a nigga Wack found me shit, I was selling weight

Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate

Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race

6'4 " in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape

Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate

But I'm not stopping till I'm the fucking king in every state

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 building

Let it tow behind me tell 'em they can find me

In the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings

This is me!

I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"

Can't you hear my heart beating?

That's the motherfuckin' West Side, you test me, you test God

I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me

Then I can split you with this Tommy gun

You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums

And that's how the West ride

I'm from the city where 2 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 nigga, top 5

Game, Biggie, Hov, probably Pac, Nas

No particular order, bet a mil' that I slaughter

Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered

How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga

Sold 5 mil' out the gate and numbers do not lie

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 building

Let it tow behind me tell 'em they can find me

In the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings

This is me!

I gave you The Documentary, shit was a classic

Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package

Came with LAX, since critics said it was average

I was stressed the fuck 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 waiting for

I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door

What the fuck 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

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 building

Let it tow behind me tell 'em they can find me

In the dark with the ghetto children

Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings

This is me

Kendrick, and I wear a pendant on my shoulder

Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted

Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a nigga down

Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao

Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime

Thug life is now on radar

Till 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 dick-riding, I'm addicted to

West-siding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die

And the semi bullets fly, but it turned me to a lion

Trying, and I mean that shit

Game came through, put the city on his back

I was in the city with a nigga had seen that shit

Compton!, a nigga gotta scream that shit

Never went commercial, never TV-screened that shit

Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit