[Verse 1]
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin'
N***as must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin'
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, and 2Pac
And fuck you n***as rappin' wack shit, you dodgin' the game
I keep two little twin Glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit' these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
'Cause you mark-ass n***as can't fuck wit' old school soldiers
Back in the day in 80 trey, young n***as was slangin' boulders
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder
Then the average motherfucker, man, you n***as is suckas
Kissin' the record company ass when all they gon' do is fuck us
Givin' up ya points and publishin', man, don't act like no bitch
N***a, it's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit
N***a, it's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name
'Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin' cu-cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus 2x]
I'm standin' in the path of a hurricane
Livin' on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin' to keep it crackin', but it ain't the same
'Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat

[Verse 2]
Excuse me, lil' n***a, what the fuck did you say?
I been platinum since '91 from Japan to the East Bay
Fuck what he say or she say
I got ridahs from Susanville to n***as up in Chino pressin' replay
Gangsta walker, professional shit talker
Spendin' rap money from '89, call me the time baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin' hands on you solos
Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, though
First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker
Then you some motherfucker, again, fuck all you suckas
My first album went gold wit' nobody but me on it
One of the first gangsta rappers wit' a plaque rollin' weed on it
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
Pointin' heat in my videos, callin' my enemies suckas
I was 16 wit' hustler's dreams
From bein' a ballin'-ass rapper, take some cream
[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
I ain't sayin' you smoke crack, but you actin' kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin 'bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
Fuck the Taliban, n***a, it was the Caliban
Then Cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin'
Doin' and livin', breathin', eatin', and shittin'
Ebonic spittin', n***as dumber than fo' spittin'
West Coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic
If it's drama, then we comin' 3 deep, that's how we at it
I ain't sayin' you smoke crack, but you actin' kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin' 'bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
I'm still gettin' fan mail from Switzerland, Spain
And I'm 'bout to drop some more thug shit in the game
Remember record company Rule #4080?
Watch ya back 'cause motherfuckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
'Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin' cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus 7x]