"No More Fun And Games" lyrics

3 minutes, my nigga, y'all know what it is
Just Blaze!
No more fun and games!

Gangster gangster, that's already evident
Nigga Wit' a Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homie, that's irrelevant
I'm with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that low-rider bike pedaling
Somebody tell Eazy they still yelling it
I'm with your homie Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant
I move cars like spinning rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga, I like bitches
Them half-and-half Alicia Keys dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on the track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre
'Cause ain't

No more fun and games!
Gangster, gangster!
That's what they're yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
I ain't gotta tell you this but one mo' time
Leroy!
Now pay attention

I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tee and Ren rolled in one
Used to move birdies 'til I put a hole in one
Nigga that thought I wasn't holding a gun
And tried to ride up on me like Afeni Shakur's only son
Dre told me he ain't doing Detox, this his only run
Ma$e coming back, and Hov, he done
I'm surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table
I am The Game, and still niggas tryna play dude
I'm ruthless, I ain't talking 'bout the label
I'll hook niggas up, and I don't mean free cable
I mean I'll hook niggas up to them IVs
The same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine
I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Heller me
Tell Dre put up a mill, 'cause that's what my bail'll be

No more fun and games!
Gangster, gangster!
That's what they're yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Nigga, I just came out the hole, I done did my time
Nigga, what you know about time?

I've been rapping for one year, one month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18th, 3:09 PM
Around the same time, "Wanksta" got it's first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
Eight months, 13 days before I knew a Mike Len
And three years after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shaking Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy Moss
Caught his first touchdown for the Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two "Platinum" records 'fore I'm classified with Biggie
And two seconds before the song finish, yeah