[Ice Cube] Look into my eyes if you wanna know me Before you hypnotized, homey what do you see A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers A hustler countin figures ain't pulled no triggers Can you dig us, we be the ultimate lick We's the hitters, that make the ultimate hits Kinda floss-ey, kinda boss-ey It's gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck} I say Top of the pyramid, homey what I tell you If you leave this Westside umbrella you hit the cellar Bring me my slippers, black robe, and my globe and I could rule the world with my eyes closed (with my eyes closed..)
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top -- -- you betta go get it, it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop
[Verse 2 - 2Pac] It's on me But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sipping 22's of brew And now media is trying to test me Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip Got tired of running from the police
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top -- -- you betta go get it, it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop