The City

See any angels in the city
 See any angels in the city
 Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid
 California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades
 Drive up out that muthafuckin' swamp in the Escalade
 So, before you put that red rag in your pocket, I wanna see your fuckin' resume
 Started off on ground zero, then I start to levitate
 Rip rappers a new asshole, I never hesitate
 Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
 I'm a give 'em hurricanes until another levee break
 You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight
 Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate
 When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight
 Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
 Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race
 Six-four, in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape
 Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate
 But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the king in every state (see any angel in the city)
 Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
 Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
 In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write
 Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull
 When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop
 I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building
 Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me
 In the dark with the ghetto children
 Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me!
 I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"
 Can't you hear my heart beating?
 That's the motherfuckin' West side, you test me, you test God
 I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me
 Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
 You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride
 I'm from the city where two of the best died
 Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
 Damn, I said, I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
 Name your top ten, I'm harder than the most of 'em
 Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top five
 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas
 No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter
 Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered
 How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga
 Sold five mil out the gate and numbers do not lie (see any angel in the city)
 Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
 Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
 In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write
 Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull
 When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop
 I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building
 Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me
 In the dark with the ghetto children
 Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me!
 I gave you The Documentary, shit was a classic
 Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package
 Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
 I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and
 Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
 Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke
 And this is what you all been waiting for
 I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door
 What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
 I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
 Shake you like Haiti's floor
 Walk up on you like, "What's going on, baby boy? "
 Shots in that Mercedes door
 Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
 Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
 But I still owe Jimmy one more album
 The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin (see any angel in the city)
 Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
 Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
 In the midst of the hieroglyphs, my fingertips start to write
 Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull
 When the needle drops, for the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop
 I'm a tie a knot on a downtown building
 Let it toll behind me, tell 'em they can find me
 In the dark with the ghetto children
 Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings, this is me!
 Kendrick, and I wear a pendant on my shoulder
 Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
 Johnny always lock a nigga down
 Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
 Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
 Thug life is now on radar
 'Til the federal come through and raid ours
 Reminiscing on the LA Raiders
 Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
 And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to Westsiding
 Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
 And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion, trying
 And I mean that shit
 Game came through, put the city on his back
 I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit
 "Compton!" A nigga gotta scream that shit
 Never went commercial, never TV, screened that shit
 Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit
 Red is a very emotionally and intense color
 It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate
 And raises blood pressure
 It has a very high visibility, which is why stop signs
 Stop lights, and fire equipments are usually painted red
 It also represents one third of California's gang population
 Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area
 Also, tuck your jewelry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle
 Thank you! Enjoy