Fly Like An Eagle

(Whoo Kid) Damn

(The Game) another west coast classic S-N- double O-P and WC and yours truely

(WC) hit em up sizzle

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

Come on and give it to me baby

When will you niggas ever learn

That time is money and money gets yo ass burned

Learn, from the niggas that done before I had a chance

You know, the ones with the Chucks and the Khaki pants

Used to tell me all the time bang lil' man

Took yo advice now my life is a paradise

Happenin, ghetto fabulous, estabalished since 1990

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

Black Wall Street, west coast, non stop

Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin

With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way

Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on

Back to the hood to get my motherfuckin Gin and my juice on

It ain't been too long cause Dub still got spinners on the Lac

And half on the dub sac

If you smokin then hit it and pass it to the left

If you ain't got nothing on it homie you smoking stress

Niggas see me and wanna bang they hood

I don't know why when half you niggas is scared of Suge

Nigga I put it down for my muthafuckin' hood

With my niggas WC and Snoop, East Wood

I'm surrounded by legends West Coast rap veterans

And we bangin the pound to West Side Connection

64 Chevy when I wheely off the block

Its still 187 on a muthafuckin' cop

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

(Wooo Can't forget Tony, U.K. B.I.G.)

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

Come on and give it to me baby

Yeah Its gotta be something about the way I'm dressing or the way I move

That gets em bent over stretching anyway I choose

5 O'Clock in the morning alarm clock on snooze

Wake up exchange a number that I'm not gon' use

A tricks the only reason that she got on shoes

But I stick to the hot dog and pop corn rules

Dedicated to the game I'm not gon lose

I'm gettin change so I got more jewels

You know what its like to cruise through the avenue

Go shoppin and have a hundred niggas mad at you

Stalkers knockin at ya door cause I had a few

Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you

Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse

A rap bitch thats always beggin me to say a verse

It don't really matter the way I say it it works

First I play in ya shirt then I play around in ya purse

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

(come on, Can't forget, Ron Gillian)

I'm fly like an eagle

Live my life so illegal

We gon ride at ya people

See the evil eye

We do or die

(Interscope, Jimmy Iovine Whoo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiid)

Come on and give it to me baby

Dub sizzle, Dogg Pound and Black Wall Street

Three niggas ready to ride get bandanas in pocket

And we keep the party jumpin like 'draulics

Gangsta shit, I was raised off that

Off Yak and gold back like suede golf hats

I don't spit fire I spit terror

From the local jams homie in the sports arena gangbangin'

I ain't identical I'm one of the most original

With this gun and pistol when I bang South Central

I represent swing I don't rep no post

Cuz niggas ain't willin to die like I'll die for most

I ain't fallin off my hustle

And I keep a fresh pair off Busta knuckles

WC bitch I been rich and still ride in the Regal

And I'm fly as a muthafuckin eagle

Thats it right there

Black Wall Street, Swing, Dogg Pound world wide baby