[Verse 1]
I woke up out [bad word] 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: [bad word] Witta Attitude, Volume One
Rap critics politickin, wanna know the [bad word] Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that series and All Eyez on Me
I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a (dream)
I had visions of makin a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye [bad word] back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart | to hold me back

[Verse 2]
I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watching many things
Kids walking home from school on [bad word] block missionaries
Pass out papers that read: Love God
I see faces, cases, judges, and juries, masons, lawyers and cops
I watch because every thug's face is my mirror
But this was one in particular
This kid he was the vintage stick 'em up pro
16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
Every morning calls [bad word] [bad word] and get him to smoke
He insane, already gone mad
Blames himself for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where it sets at
Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs
Chasing him, his asthma's flaring
Smoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring
He need a place to go to keep his mind expanding
I give him a helping hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion

[Verse 3]
The dream of Huey Newton that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin you
Who walked through the White House without a business [bad word] hat, jheri curl drippin on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' [bad word] of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the [bad word] Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend, has just begun