^^^Just gonna post that song. Way better then Games and this nobody's.
The head nigga in charge, king of New York
Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets lets talk
WE ARE THE STREETS, forever check my war report
Theres no way out except entertainment, drugs and sports
Feds try to shut us down, without a reasonable doubt
Supreme cliental legal drug money on paper routes
Till the death do us part for money, power, respect
My road to riches dont want dies like life after death
Its hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez
The truth tell us jealous still envy all eyes on me
A top-dawg said the game is to be sold not told
Pulled out the ill-matic 16 shots to your dome
Capital punishment black trash trapped in crime
The ghetto's trying to kill me, lisence to ill Kriminal mind
To understand there was a comin' of age
We nigga'z fo' life, disaster strikes on Judgement Day