Verse 1(The Game) I challenge you to walk on this road many have tried to proceed from here, but they body go cold seen souls flyin high from out the window in the rove its a desert out here, California is a stove 360 degrees as the story is told pull the truck over to the side of the road, pull the brake up blow the horn before I get out, you n*ggas wake up Hip HOP is soft, since the ROCAFELLA brake up and i dont do sibliminals, I just pick Jay up and all you other n*ggas stay up i got a lot to live for, f*ck you think I had a kid for gotta crawl before you walk, thats when you runnin wit the big dogs betta slow down homie, cuz when it go down homie I aint neva seen a one man army but i done seen a lot of n*ggas spite, when them bullets take flight you wanna see a dead body c'mon (walk wit me) Chorus(Unknown Artist) Take-one-look-in-side-my-soul And all-that-you-see-is-The ghetto Walk it out... WAAAAALK, walk wit me Through the GHETOOOOHH GHETTOOOOHH GHETTOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH Verse 2(The Game) Take me out the ?? he shall stood, oh yeah n*gga im back in the hood 40 ounce spillin on the sidewalk eatin away at the white chalk close to the project fence far away from n*ggas that might talk every city I roam is home, i make the right call, 10 minutes later, latin kings, disciple vice lords cuz n*ggas got me screwed, like dippin through the night ?ford? I minus well get a ? put 28s between the white walls thats too much driving, let me get out and walk a little and soak up game listen to these Houston n*ggas talk a little must I remind you of that "Ghetto Boy" track your mind is playin tricks on you, you'll neva go plaque unless you can recite a whole Snoop Dogg's track I mean "Jin N Juice", ?"D-Cover"?,or somethin like that just because I'm from Compton dont mean I dont know Kool G Rap I'm on a road to riches mothaf*cka mess wit that Chorus(Unknown Artist) Verse 3(The Game) The beginnin of the first verse was just to talk out loud chronic and Lonney the 13th let me talk to my crowd I'm combat West, let me see whats behind that vest n*ggas is sleepin on The Game i put they mind at rest I'm talkin to n*ggas dirty, every lines a mess cuz im from Killa Cali home of gang signs and techs I seen a lot of n*ggas get shot, makin that Compton pit stop n*ggas like me, put it in a song, call it Hip Hop dont repeat what I say, just peep what I say apply it to your life let me be the reason you pray I got that Pharacon flow, yeah I'm speakin to millions its like slicin a ?bean pie?, when I'm teachin you children n*ggas get to flushin them drugs when I creep through the buildin I will rain on you n*ggas til it leak through threw your ceilin Ima hold it down Lord willin remember the first time we heard that you was spittin went and brought that feelin