Ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength Of Aftermath straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton Put your hands together for Game b! tch Hahahaha Yeah mothafuckas Compton's back on the mothafuckin map Aftermath in that ass bitch Game let's go Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us and think 'Em a racist They say shit but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest like Biggie n' Pac was We started throwin cinthi and decided to chase 'em Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in one take and How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin' I can taste this swear to God I ain't racin' Put the clip in and wast 'em before I go out on that fake shit I'm so sick and tired this black shit this white shit So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this So they callin us We ain't goin no where so fuck you We ain't goin no where so fuck you This day the game won't ever be the same Things just ain't the same for gangstas The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm making If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame Your mind's lost, you are not ready to make that flame switch You will end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waiving in my face Looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted The Mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time Me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't going... We ain't goin no where so fuck you We ain't goin no where so fuck you This day the game won't ever be the same Things just ain't the same for gangstas The game just isn't the same its changing To new Game You're now about to witness the power Low get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Eminem just killed me on my own shit I'm walking through 8 mile, startin' to get home sick I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the window's tinted If Eminem is anybody on my under the pennalton These niggas is killing it take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I'll throw your demo out the window For tellin me its hot when its not and you got what you got From them rocks on the block, you can stop tellin Dre you got shot With a glock that don't phase me, I'm crazy why you think I'm rhyming with Shady? I don't care if the radio don't play me, I say what I say when I feel like I'm feelin today And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks So I'm gone bitch We ain't goin no where so fuck you We ain't goin no where so fuck you This day the game won't ever be the same Things just ain't the same for gangstas The game just isn't the same its changin To new Game You're now about to witness the power