[The Game & Busta Rhymes] (Day after day, feel like I...) G: Yo Bus, I think I got it..the answer to all my problems B: Fuck you talkin´ about nigga? Wha-whats that?
G: Belvedere and Banana Snapple B: Look, get your fuckin´ ass up nigga You over here trippin´ on yourself nigga Get in the fuckin´ car man, we gotta bounce man G: I´m a man...and most of these niggas, they don´t know how to be a man. I got a son... B: What the fuck you talkin´ about nigga? Come on nigga, lets take yo´ ass to the crib man, you tired nigga And put the drink down nigga. We gotta go nigga G: One more shot
[Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn´t mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I´m sittin´ in this god damned cage Rreminiscin´ about my day with your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings la-la-la
[The Game] Dre, I ain´t mean to turn my back on you But I´m a man, and sometimes a man, do what he gotta do Remember, I´m from Compton too I saw you and Eazy in ´em, so I started wearin´ Khaki suits I was 12 smokin´ chronic, in ´92 I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you I made a choice, now its be Crip or be Piru Whatever I was, I was bangin´ Gin & Juice Never knew back then, I´d be friends with Snoop Now I gotta keep it gangsta, ´cause its in my roots So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you I tried to think of what the fuck, Eminem might do
If every nigga hated him, for the Black Bitch track And niggas stopped bumpin´ Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped When Doc say its a wrap, its a wrap Its still Aftermath, and ain´t nothing after that
[Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn´t mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I´m sittin´ in this god damned cage Rreminiscin´ about my day with your blood all over my slate As the devil sings la-la-la
[The Game] I never said Thank You, and I took for granted
You let me in your house, and made me a part of your family Now I´m eatin´ with you, Eve, and Busta Rhymes I wasn´t starstruck, I was just glad to be signed And even though sometimes I run loose You still my homeboy Doc, I´d take a bullet for you I´m not askin´ you to take my side in the beef But you told me it was okay to say Fuck The Police Now its my turn to carry the torch And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The Source Remember when we got drunk, to do Start From Scratch? I told you, you was like a father to me I meant that Sittin´ here lookin´ at my platinum plaques
Thinkin´ what the fuck am I without a Doctor Dre track When Doc say its a wrap, its a wrap Its still Aftermath, and ain´t nothin´ after that [Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn´t mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I´m sittin´ in this god damned cage Rreminiscin´ about my day with your blood all over my slate As the devil sings la-la-la
[Busta Rhymes] See when the world is on your shoulder and the stress grows bigger The fire in ´em, made it difficult to talk to the nigga
Most of the time I let ´em know, I don´t agree with what he do But he a hardhead Dre, that´s why I´m talkin´ to you See, when I first met my nigga, son was layin´ in the cut Type reserved, homie was quite and kept his mouth shut Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin´ from the gut I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck As time went on, now he was workin´ with the finest I saw the pressure started to build, so I gave additional guidance You gave him something that can make or break a nigga, you should face it
So big, I don´t even think he was ready to embrace it With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction The only problem was our little nigga wouldn´t listen But when Doc say its a wrap, it´s a wrap Its still Aftermath and ain´t nothing after that
[Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn´t mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I´m sittin´ in this god damned cage Rreminiscin´ about my day with your blood all over my slate As the devil sings la-la-la
[ The Game & Busta Rhymes] B: Aiyo, Game! Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga! G: I´m up man, I´m up B: We at your crib, nigga, get the fuck out the car nigga, get up, man! G: This ain´t my house... my house is.. is green.. B: The fuck you talk- look, come on, nigga, let´s go man Let me walk you up to the.. come on... B: Nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door nigga! G: I got love for you, Bus´, you my nigga B: Nigga get in the fuckin´ bed nigga, go to sleep nigga You tired nigga and don´t fucking drink like that no more, man You fuckin´ look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker