We Ain’t The Game (Ft. Eminem)

[Intro: Eminem]
Hahahah, ladies and gentleman
You are now about to witness the strength of Aftermath
Straight out the mothafuckin' streets of Compton
Put your hands together for Game, bitch! Hahahaha
Yeah! Yeah, mothafuckas!
Compton's back on the mothafuckin' map
Aftermath in that ass, bitch
Game, let's go

[Verse 1: The Game]
Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit
Then talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out
But it's hard when they hate us, and think Em a racist
They say shit but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest
Like Biggie and 'Pac was, we saw the throne was empty
And decided to chase it, me, him and 50 racin'
This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit
Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth and one-take it
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits
Then spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit
The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch
They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists
They comin', I can taste this, swear to God I ain't racin'
Put the clip in and waste 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this
So they callin' us