[00:03.02] Yeah [00:04.83] Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. [00:07.25] Nas, he a QB-QB true G [00:09.80] Do the history [00:11.11] Way before The Firm, like back in the day [00:13.24] Nas was the first New York **** rappin' with Dre [00:15.80] So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face [00:18.44] The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away [00:21.32] But we still get together like every several years [00:24.17] To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears [00:26.81] Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid **** [00:28.83] Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage [00:32.22] I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes [00:35.13] Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by [00:38.01] I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision [00:40.64] Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate [00:42.28] So every breath I take, is all about the rules [00:46.10] It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude [00:48.78] So crack the Patrón, it's on heathens, The God's back [00:51.68] Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [00:53.95] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders [00:57.14] Make that cake, cop two five fivers [00:59.79] Pimps and players, platinum diamonds [01:02.04] East to West Coast we riders [01:04.91] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders [01:07.89] Make that cake, cop two five fivers [01:10.15] Pimps and players, platinum diamonds [01:13.02] East to West coasting, oh yeah [01:15.92] He a Compton-Compton O.G. [01:18.04] Mix that with a QB-QB true G [01:20.38] What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks [01:23.24] West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots [01:26.38] He a Compton-Compton O.G. [01:30.74] Mix that with a QB-QB true G [01:34.44] What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks [01:36.89] West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gun [01:38.19] 1995, eleven years from the day [01:40.45] I'm in the record shop with choices to make [01:42.24] 'Illmati' on the top shelf, 'The Chronic' on the left homie [01:45.11] Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me [01:47.73] So **** it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack [01:50.66] Ripped the package off 'Illmatic' and bumped that [01:53.25] For my **** it was too complex when Nas rhymed [01:55.85] I was the only Compton **** with a 'New York State of Mind' [01:58.70] Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm [02:02.16] Dre was king then so I waited my turn [02:03.90] Fast forward, now I'm makin' 'em burn [02:06.09] Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned [02:09.16] So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga [02:11.88] I stopped beefin' with ****, 'cause I'm 'Ether' to **** [02:14.67] Comb the earth 'til there's no one left [02:16.72] 'If I Ruled the World' I summons all you weak rap **** to death [02:20.12] He a Compton-Compton O.G. [02:24.87] Mix that with a QB-QB true G [02:28.06] What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks [02:29.34] West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots [02:30.86] Yo, the Jordans sportin' [02:32.71] Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' [02:35.36] The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it [02:39.28] You're sideways talkin', so I lay often [02:42.16] I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' [02:45.55] ****, get bucked **** [02:46.33] Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas [02:50.44] That's my name and I came with Rugers this time [02:52.50] And if I'm sane that 'Soul Plane' movie's the bomb [02:55.18] Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm [02:57.54] You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me [03:00.69] Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' [03:04.83] See that's malarky you yappin' [03:05.38] I open up the tripod to put the Gatling on, and I start clappin' [03:07.71] Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops [03:11.36] To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm **** with Doc [03:12.65] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders [03:16.86] Make that cake, cop two five fivers [03:19.72] Pimps and players, platinum diamonds [03:22.65] East to West Coast we riders [03:25.23] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders [03:27.82] Make that cake, cop two five fivers [03:30.64] Pimps and players, platinum diamonds [03:34.00] East to West Coast, oh yeah [03:36.10]