The Game - Fly Like An Eagle Remix

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{intro: the game, snoop dogg & wc}
Another west coast classic (yeah)
(hit 'em up)
S-n double o-p (hit 'em up, hit 'em up)
And dub-c (sizzle)
And yours truly
Yeah

{chorus: snoop dogg & 50 cent}
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die (give it to me baby)

{verse 1: snoop dogg}
When will you niggas ever learn (learn)
That time is money, and money get your ass burned
Learn from the niggas that did it before i had a chance
You know the ones with the chucks and the khaki pants
Usеd to tell me all the timе "bang, lil man"
Took your advice, now my life is a paradise
Havin' it, ghetto fabulous, established since 1992

{chorus: snoop dogg}
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die

{verse 2: the game}
Straight out the mothafuckin' county jail with my blues on
G-unit shoes on, baby momma on the way, jump in the regal, throw snoop on
Back to the hood to get my mothafuckin' gin and my juice on
It ain't been too long 'cause dub still got spinners on the 'lac
And half on the dub sack
If you smokin' then hit it and pass it to the left
If you ain't got nuttin' on it homie you smokin' stress
Niggas see me and wanna bang they hood
I don't know why when half you niggas is scared of suge
Nigga i put it down for my mothafuckin' hood with my niggas dub-c and snoop eastwood
I'm surrounded by legends, westcoast rap veterans and we bangin' tha pound and westside connection
'64 chevy when i wheelie off the block
It's still 187 on a mothafuckin' cop

{chorus: snoop dogg, 50 cent & wc}
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die (yeah) (give it to me baby)

{verse 3: lloyd banks}
Yea, yea, yeah
It's gotta be something about the way i'm dressing or the way i move that get's 'em bent over stretching anyway i choose
5 o'clock in the morning alarm clock on snooze
Wake up exchange a number that i'm not gon' use
A tricks the only reason that she got on shoes
But i stick to the hot dog and popcorn rules
Dedicated to the game, i'm not gon' lose
I'm gettin' change so i got more jewels
You know what its like to cruise through the avenue? (huh?)
Go shoppin' and have a hundred niggas mad at you? (huh?)
Stalkers knockin' at ya door cause i had a few (huh?)
Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin' you (yea)
Probably not, i got a angel who won't say a curse (uh huh)
A rap (?...) always beggin' me to say a verse
It don't really matter the way i say it, it works
First i play in ya shirt then i play around in ya purse (yea)
Yea

{chorus: snoop dogg, 50 cent & wc}
Fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die
I'm fly like an eagle
Live my life so illegal
We go right at your people
See no evil, i
We do or die (yeah) (give it to me baby)

{verse 4: wc}
Follow me, it's time, nees let the hogs eat
Dub-sizzle, dogg pound and black wall street
Three niggas ready to ride, get bandanas in pocket
And we keep the party jumpin' like draulics
Gangsta shit, i was raised off that, off 'gnac and go back like suade golf hats (neeeah)
I don't spit fire, i spit terror, from the loco jams army of this sport, so we in the gangbang era
Ain't no other identical, i'm one of the most original (uh) with this gun and pencil when i bang south central (hit 'em up)
I represent swang, i don't rep no coast 'cause niggas ain't willin' to die like i'll die for most
I'm ten years plus in the game and ain't fallen off my hustle and i keep a fresh pair of busta knuckles
Dub-c bitch, i been rich and still ride in the regal (ching ching) and i'm fly as a mothafuckin' eagle
Neeeah

{outro: wc}
That's it right there
Black wall street, swang
Dogg pound!
Worldwide baby

Release Date: July 29, 2004

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Jayceon Terrell Taylor, better known by his stage name The Game, entered the world on November 29, 1979, in Compton, California, where the challenges of life greeted him early. Born to parents entangled in the Crip gang culture, the rough streets of Santana Blocc were his unforgiving playground. Jayceon's early years were an intricate dance of survival amidst domestic turmoil, substance abuse, and the haunting echoes of gang rivalries that claimed the lives of kin.

As the new millennium dawned, at 21, Jayceon found himself enmeshed in the life he was born into, dealing drugs as a Cedar Block Pirus member. Fate struck cruelly on the quiet night of October 1, 2001. A ring at the door turned into an ambush, a struggle, a gun firing – him shot multiple times and on the brink of death, echoing the fates of those he knew. Clinging to life, he called for help and succumbed to darkness for three days.

Jayceon emerged from unconsciousness with a gaze set on a new horizon. Bound to a convalescing reverie, hip-hop music videos from BET became his solace, his teachers. Inspired by the likes of Shyne and fueled by the legendary beats of Ice Cube and Nas, he embarked on a creative pilgrimage. Adopting the moniker 'Game' from his grandmother, he channeled his life's turbulence into his rhymes while still navigating the perilous drug trade.

A chance encounter with J.T. The Bigga Figga at the West Coast Hip-Hop Summit in 2002 laid the foundation for his journey into music. Within five months, Game was transmuting his visceral experiences into his debut project 'Untold Story,' stirring the underground scene.

It was Game's raw narrative that caught the ear of Dr. Dre’s Aftermath Entertainment. Recounting his first impression, drenched in the residue of drug-making, Game found himself amidst hip-hop royalty. Dr. Dre saw potential beyond the grime – a deal was struck, and Game's fate was now intertwined with legends.

The release of The Documentary in 2005 was a revival of West Coast hip-hop, breathing new life into the scene. Yet, with acclaim, came a tumultuous spat with 50 Cent and G-Unit, a feud echoing the notorious East-West rivalries of the '90s. Game's reaction was not with bullets but with bars, unleashing '300 Bars And Runnin',' spearheading the G-Unot campaign – a lyrical onslaught that signified his personal victory in the vendetta against his former allies.

His split with Aftermath/Interscope and Dr. Dre led to a solitary and troubling period, one flirted with self-destruction. However, relying solely on his inner resolve, Game produced 'Doctor’s Advocate,' hitting the zenith of the charts and triumphing as his proudest work.

Brushes with the law and moments of isolation in jail only fueled his creative fire, leading to powerful pieces like "My Life." Further works, including The R.E.D. Album, Jesus Piece, and The Documentary 2/2.5, underscored his evolution as an artist and his role as a standard-bearer for the California sound.

Game’s discography, culminating with 'Born 2 Rap' on his 40th birthday, stands as a testament to his resilience and artistic integrity. An illustrious figure in hip-hop, Game remains an unwavering voice for the West, gripping the pen of his own narrative, in a city where stories like his are often left untold.