Electro-convulsive therapy, part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This indo, produced by Timbo Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop G-G-G-G-G - young homie got shit locked Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo' 50 cent know I'm Compton most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin The next Hova, from the home of the best doja Makin all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) My unit is Guerilla Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love", tell em to keep movin If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't Passin through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

I'm, I'm with you I'm, I'm with you To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? So tell me why you hate the game? Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters Felon, fights behind me on the intersection ***, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I wanna board 'em Wonderin' if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze Oh, this time, I do it better just because 'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game *** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career The endin' of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz *** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my *** from time to time Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac And we just eatin' off rap, one love To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because It ain't over, ladies and gentleman I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze I got a couple people in the house with me Usually we do this at the beginning But we gon' do it at the end this time I wanna take you to church real quick So I'ma need some help, I need some people up I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry Ah, yeah there we go The sun is shinin' down on us right now We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along Catch a lil' Holy Ghost And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin' By the end of this record, He gon' change all that Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody, please join in Your life ain't good, you can get it right Take this opportunity to do so And I'ma let it do what it do Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you I wanna thank everybody for comin' out God bless, one love, good night Or good day if you on the other side of the globe Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate' See you on the third album, hate it or love it And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you

Ah A yo, from now on, niggas gotta call me the Pyrex man (ah, ayo, yo, yo) I gotta stamp that shit Niggas tryna take my shit, Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga (ah, a yo) Feel what I'm sayin'? The Butcher, nigga (a yo) I know what y'all want Y'all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga I know what y'all niggas want Mr. Pyrex Man (The Butcher comin', nigga) You know what I do with a fork, nigga (ah) Yo, uh-huh I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in (uh) When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (uh-huh) My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (then) Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten (don't do that) And all that weird rapper shit (uh-huh), and they not near half as this (me?) Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this Put out a number one, then another one less than a year after it (uh-huh) I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (nigga) These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (ah) This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos) I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy (nigga) I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsay (haha) Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice Scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em right?) Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah (real shit) The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it (smokin' in it) He had a Glock on his hip, 30 plus shots was loaded in it I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "Fuck that," had no intentions (fuck that) 'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want 'em to know he did it, uh (uh) We brought it back, back (we brought it back) I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back) Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back) Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) Back, back (go) We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back) Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah) Was cooking cocaine in designer, I turned 17 ounces to 39 Watched big homie lay that shit up on the heat like Harold Miner I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry, all the Vlone came from Bari All the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it's time to party (woo) Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I'm Barkley (woo) And I ain't bring a chip home (nah), bitch, I brought a brick home (yeah) Did it off the flip phone (ah), had the feds in there tip-toein' (woo) I left some dirty pots and a note that said, "I been gone" (Woo) I been hit that number, bitch, I been up, bitch, I been on (bitch, we been on) We was worth six figures on them barbershop steps Was cookin' hard with my left (left), parallel parkin' my Lex' Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck Now my last check look like I play for the Nets But we ain't breakin' no sweat We in the rental, 'bout to freeze, don't you turn up the degrees, it's a brick in the vent Stove We brought it back, back (we brought it back) I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back) Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back) Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) Back, back (go) We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back) Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah)