Version with all three verses, including T.I., Eminem, and Nas, in that order. If you listen to the the first two verses, they sound like they were written for Dr. Dre to spit, suggesting this was just a demo for him, possibly for Detox? Either way, hot track. Originally surfaced in 2009 with T.I. & Nas, new version with T.I. replaced with a verse from Eminem leaked this past Christmas, 2010. Produced by DJ Khalil.
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Lyrics after the jump
Lyrics:
[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life Topless can't nobody stop this.
[Verse 1 - T.I.]
'Ay, this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats like CPR
Made the west side world wide. No PR.
Gangsta rap god. I'm the end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off.
The greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed
To not acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings.
Brought Chronic to the scene folded pills in the lean.
Now the game full of puppies. 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 foe you eva' did a thing, naw mean?
Tees and black jeans: No bling. Just bang.
Officially deranged. Clinically insane.
Look Eazy aint a damn thang changed.
I promise still live like we did back when Straight Out Of Compton.
Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit.
Showed em what to smoke when 'dey was blazing that bull shit.
That's why you smell the dro aroma when my record play.
Not a blemish on my image decorated resume.
A legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva be.
Fuck is yall tellin me? Forever on top.
Face it you'll neva be better than the Doc. Ask Pac.
Again I say it's neva gone stop.
Face it you'll neva be greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.
[Chorus - Slim The Mobster]
POW! Guns blaze when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. Imma star, I'm the shootin' kind.
POW! 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 the city now.
[Verse 2 - Eminem]
My motto is "Live... by the bottle."
So why is my supply low? Bring the truckload wit' a hi-lo.
Stay grounded, but I still reach fa' da sky doe.
Ghetto idol, I think, but what do I know?
Shit, I know a lot more than I should. The hood,
Stood by me just like I thought it would.
Don't act like I'm "Hollywood", but I prolly could.
I don't polly. Muhammad Ali of rap. I don't lolly-gag.
West Coast, "The Home of the Body Bag",
the shotty, the mag. Los Angeles, where the party at?
You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at.
Yeah. Andre is back so have a cardiac.
Started back with black, Raider Starter cap.
Gangsta Rap, we practically fuckin' started that.
Every day with this game I'm gettin' smarter at.
Sky's the limit, so every time I get on a track...
[Chorus - Slim The Mobster]
POW! Guns blaze when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. Imma star, I'm the shootin' kind.
POW! 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 the city now.
[Verse 3 - Nas]
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence.
Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin.
Vivid on my skin how many continents I've visit, then
You could journey with me to different places by listenin.
Shittin on em. Ya brutha 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 a light grey Bugatti like a high-speed chase.
Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place.
The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates,
Trying 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 rode behind me.
Hotel's a 7 star. Baguettes glowin.
Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin...
Topless.
[Chorus - Slim The Mobster]
POW! Guns blaze when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. Imma star, I'm the shootin' kind.
POW! 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 the city now.
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