Spice 1

[Verse 1]
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin
Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers
Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder
Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is suckas
Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us
Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch
Nigga, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit
Nigga, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin cu-cu-cutthroat game
[Chorus 2x]
I'm standin in the path of a hurricane
Livin on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same
Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat
[Verse 2]
Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say?
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay
Fuck what he say or she say
I got ridahs from susanville to niggaz up in chino pressin replay
Gangsta walker, professional shit talker
Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos