Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

Batman, Batman, Batman We need to settle the scores Jokers they still want a war Why you look flyer than hell? Don't think the album will sell But this shit might fly off the shelf So fly that you mad at yourself You the one who got the juice City crying

Take, up in space. Take, up in space. Fuck all that bullshit! You watch me play. I look away. Your lights turn bright. You found the light. You're gonna die!

Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X

Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I invest that in some buildings, uh Look at my money, it tripled, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been

(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

And if we finish off a fifth, I don't see nothin' wrong If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack I can make that shit back, I don't see nothin' wrong If I smoke a whole ounce and I don't even leave the house I could look at my accounts and

Only my way, my way, my way goes If you don't know how to treat a woman Close your eyes, ain't no point in looking Over here with the weak shit Get out of here with the weak shit You won't get nowhere with that No I don't want that back Don't want that