(verse one) it all started back in '02 i never thought compton and mason would ever few i aint talken bout the big dude big brotha to kanye or da homeboy to the big dude the fiance of beyonce had a protage but wasnt no protage that was as cold as Dre's fucken with me mc's seen their coldest days he from compton but rap like he fromney york in the golden age first nigga since ice cube from california to make phone flex blow granades i'm on the stage i hear the crowd callin my name (Game Game) but i'm not one so dont try to play me this goes to gucci mane to jay-z it's not a dis nigga so dont catch feelins i'll pull out the 10 you dont see game he a killa (Chorus) if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped, ah you would laugh youwould laugh you would laugh (Verse two) as the clock strikes twelve on my rolli and this bitch from da big pimpin starts to blow me in the phantom i start to fantasize this shit gets thicker than bitches and Atlanta thighits suicide if you think you could fuck with the sabatons platnom drop of that land rover truck n my ego bigger then the 26's what if my pen had low pros i could ride them beats like i ride backstreets at the snoopanos hangin up its a track meet nigga this race is fixed game recognize game i aint never second place n shit my first 2 albums real basic shit spend half the time in the studio earasen shit a queens nigga made me mad so i made some hits n learned one thing hip hop can take some dick (Chorus) if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh (Verse three) half these niggas wipen they tears otha half wonderin how the fuck game got here i took some weed up to frisco came back with a demo dro to dre studio came back in a limo it was that simple the crystal bottles and the bitches came later so did the haters as the dot turns the nob on fader n i turned the tv cause im tired of watchen the raiders fast forward the shaq gettin traded fast forward again the shaq gettin traded n fuck all the time that was wasted beefen with these wack niggas had me lost in the matrix if i wanted to throw i would just take it put this 38 to yo dome bitch n just take it im the music n its time to face it you niggas so fucken pussy i can taste it (Chorus) if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh if i could tell you all the things that i would do to kill yo favorite mc you would cry you would cry you would cry (Instrumental til the end)