The Game, Kanye West - Eazy

Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat like it's an open oven

Puffin' chronic, Puff and Biggie out the window, speaker subbin'

Run into the Crips, it ain't no discussion

Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessey and teaspoons of Robitussin

Head up faze, got a few concussion, yeah

Compton's amazed, Dr. Dre percussion

God, please grant my nigga eternal life, we need the beats

Aftermath whеre you fall asleep, you do not eat

And my belly is full, gorilla ridin' thе bull

Banana clips in the pool, swan dive in Clase Azul

The opps, I'm on they ass, grandmama whoopings in school

This Wilmington and Brazil where niggas die in they jewels

Too many Problems, too many YGs

So many ties to dollar signs, easy to end up on E

I got shot up like Columbine, the crips descended on me

Sign my name on the dotted line, that was vengeance on beats