T.I. (rapping for Dre):      Yeah, yeah, no roof, live life topless, can't nobody stop this      It's The D-R, in charge of savin' artists at the E.R.   Bring 'em back to life, beats like CPR   Made the west side worldwide, no PR   Gangsta rap god, I'm the end all, be all   California love, from the bloods to the c-dogs   The Compton monster make you want to cut your MP off   The greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed of not acknowledging the reign of the west coast king   Brought chronic to the scene, folded pills in the lean   Now the game full of puppets, look at me, no strings   Again and again, I've shown, you've seen me   Piss on niggas egos, ruin they self esteem   Sky the limit, no roof, I can do what you dream   Done it all 'fore you ever did a thing, nah-mean?   Tees and black jeans, no bling just bang   Officially deranged, clinically insane   Look Eazy, ain't a damn thing changed, I promise   Still live like we did back on Straight Outta Compton   Taught niggas how to have some attitudes on some hood shit   Showed 'em what to smoke when they were blazin' that bullshit   That why you smell the drug aroma when my record play   Not a blemish on my image, decorated resume   A legendary legacy, all that I was you'll never be, fuck is y'all tellin' me?   Forever on top, face it you'll never be better than the Doc, ask Pac   Again I say it's never gonna stop   Face it, you'll never be greater than the Doc, ask Pac      Chorus:   Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick, I'm the star and I'm the shootin' kind   Front page all the time, you boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine   I drink topless, I live topless, like my girl is the game with her titties out   I drink topless, I live topless, sky's the limit, I'm paid to run this city now      Nas:   Your skin's your traveling bag of your existence   Your's is shabby and scabbed while mine's glistening   Vivid on my skin how many continents I've visited   You could journey with me to different places by listening   Shittin' on em, your brother got it covered   We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want I love it   A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind, my genetic code make-up: murderer by design   On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day   I'm in the light grey bugatti like a high speed chase   Adrenaline like joggin' or jumpin' rope in place   Muhammad Ali hobbies, no pilates, tryin' to keep the ocean by me   Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me   Lookin' forward but it's nice to see the road behind me   Hotel's a 7-star, begettes glowin'   Keep your learjet dog, the private jet goin' topless      Chorus:   Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick, I'm the star and I'm the shootin' kind   Front page all the time, you boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine   I drink topless, I live topless, like my girl is the game with her titties out   I drink topless, I live topless, sky's the limit, I'm paid to run this city now