I have come to the fork in the road
Many have tried to proceed from here, but they body go cold
Seen souls flyin' high from out the window in the Rove'
It's a desert out here, California is a stove
360 Degrees as the story is told
Pull the truck over to the side of the road, pull the brake up
Blow the horn before I get out, you niggas wake up
Hip-hop been soft, since the Roc-A-Fella break up
And I don't do subliminals, I just big Jay up
And all you other niggas stay up
I got a lot to live for, fuck you think I had a kid for?
You gotta crawl before you walk, that's
When you runnin' with the big dogs
Better slow down homie, 'cause when it go down homie
I ain't never seen a one man army
But I done seen a lot of niggas bite when them hollows take flight
You wanna see a dead body? Come on
Walk with me
Take one look inside my soul
And all that you will see is the ghetto
Walk with me, whoa
Walk with me, through the, through the, through the
I'm back in the same corner, understood
Oh yeah, nigga, I'm back in the hood
40 Ounce spillin' on the sidewalk, eatin' away at the white chalk
Close to the project fence, far away from niggas that might talk
Every city I roam is home, I make the right call
Ten minutes later, Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords
'Cause niggas got me screwed up, like dippin' through the 9th Ward
I might as well get a Cutlass on 28s and clean the white walls
That's too much drivin', let me get out, and walk a little
Soak up Game, listen to these Houston niggas talk a little
Must I remind you of that "Ghetto Boy" track?
Your mind is playin' tricks on you, you'll never go plat'
Unless you can recite a whole Snoop Dogg track
I mean "Gin and Juice," "Deep Cover," or somethin' like that
Just 'cause I'm from Compton don't mean I don't know Kool G Rap
I'm on the road to riches motherfucker
Walk with me
Take one look inside my soul
And all that you will see is the ghetto
Walk with me, whoa
Walk with me, through the, through the, through the
The third verse is just me talkin' out loud
Chronic and Louis the XIII, let me talk to my crowd
I'm cognac West, let me see what's behind that vest
Niggas is sleepin' on The Game, I put they mind at rest
I be talkin' to niggas dirty, every line's a mess
'Cause I'm from killer Cali, home of gang signs and TECs
I seen a lot of niggas get shot, makin' that Compton pit stop
Niggas like me put it in a song and call it hip-hop
Don't repeat what I say, just peep what I say
Apply it to your life and let me be the reason you pray
I got that Farrakhan flow, yeah I'm speakin' to millions
Slice right through the bean pod, when I'm teachin' you children
Niggas get to flushin' they drugs when I creep through the buildin'
I will rain on you niggas 'til it leak through your ceilin'
I'ma hold it down, Lord willin'
Remember the first time you heard Cube
Spit, I'm bringin' back that feelin'
Walk with me
Take one look inside my soul
And all that you will see is the ghetto
Walk with me, whoa
Walk with me, through the, through the, through the
