We out, P and Game, we'll blow that ***** up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this **** raw like fresh beef playa
We boyz in da hood wanna see a dead body

Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my mind
'Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift *****z like a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow ****s
So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala ****
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a ***** out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat finger ***kin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
Start trippin' over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V.

We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that ***** up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that ***** up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that **** this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me
They're ready to ***k Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a ***** seein' dollar
signs spots stare at me too long
Have you seein' that white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that ***** up
P and Game rollin' the Dutch
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll blow that ***** up, mixed with the A L C
N.Y.C. to L.A. we do our sweep

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game rollin' a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, hand on the steel
If I like your chain then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal

***** I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that ***** up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that **** up
I'm all about this crime for real, this rap **** is luck
Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up
In that smelly proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real, real slick
Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast
Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ***

If you from the westside, ***** throw that **** up
If you bang the eastside, ***** throw that **** up
I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L
I'm just tryna ***k Trina cuz Dre said *** sells
And it was either this or jail
Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold people in half, I tore people ***
But they still wanna ride out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship
But love, I'ma survive just how I been
I'ma stay alive till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, *****z betta get up off my
A ***** is nuttin' we easily ***k it
We posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that ***** up
Ain't nobody ***kin' with
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Mixed with the A L C

I don't know nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?