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von The Game

Black Wall Street nigg*
DJ SKEE, NuJerzeyDevil Exclusive
It′s the motherfuckin' face of LA
LA on my motherfuckin′ face

Yo, yo I gotta be top 5
Nigg* I said it, I'm not high
That's the chronic boppin′ in the drop 5
Been in a Slim Shady state of mind
Ever since Dr. Dre threw me up like a gang sign
And when I came down, I could see those streets
With the lyrical mind of a D.O.C.

This is my shit, bloc shit, top this
Off the 6-4, that′s what the fuck I call topless
Dre ain't gotta rap no more, homie I got this
And I wasn′t even rappin' when Makeveli dropped 2Pacalypse


Nigg* sit back and watch me kick back
10 gold chains around my neck, Slick Rick wrap
5 million sold, call it bitch slap
Right across the jugger, the motherfuckin′s the kids back
So, polish the chrome, check the rear view, and hang the rag
Get ready for the Aftermath

Lights,camera, action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ in your mind
Lights, camera,action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin' in your mind

I′m in this right, with the bright full of blunt
Hands on the juice, case in the trunk
Got kicked on the hip, face full of funk
Off DJ Skee′s tape of the month
Reals how it get, but I'm cool with the funk
Got loose hands, do the fool if I want
Waitin′ for the call, even if they don't show
Handle what I need for some Henny and a pokes


I ride through the track, to find what I need
New snow money or whatever that I see
See me on the east then I′m probably through the streets
Up in the hills with Richie Rich in b

I'm known through the hood, every state I roll
Eastside, yea that′s where I claim my home
Clip see my clique, love to stay on chrome
And we fly, who gon' tell us we don't go (go)

Lights,camera, action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can′t fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ in your mind
Lights, camera,action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ in your mind

I'm number 1 because I listen the fuck the Doc said
And I blaze chronic till my eyes bloodshot red
Magazine reporters think that I′m a hot head
And they won't say I′m dope, till someone sha did
And i don't mind that cause i went from pushin' crack
In the form of a dimesack
To bringin′ LA its shine back
I did it by myself, I ain′t need no help
Any nigg*s that went against the grain
Ended up on the shelf
Like my shoe, outsold Jordan
Outsold Reebok
Now I'm a corporate thug
Got the office and the streets locked
Can′t do the shit, without hearing one of my songs
From Ipods to the speakers and retirement homes
Nigg*s can't sell records but they movin′ ringtones
The world written on your face, if you ain't have that bling on
I′m responsible for all the latest westcoast hits so
If it ain't about me then it ain't about shit

Lights,camera, action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can′t fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ in your mind
Lights, camera,action, showtime
We brush shit back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ in your mind

Jessus christ, I'm dope homie
Ayo man, I don′t know what to tell you nigg*s man
But you gotta go back to the studio and rewrite that bullshit y'all spittin out here man
It go like this man,
I been known DJ Skee for about, uh, about 4 years homie
4 years, 4 motherfuckin′ tapes, 4 houses, mmm 4 bentleys, 4 bitches
All I need now is umm, 4 baby mommas
I'm single, and that's better than yours