I'm sick of the way these niggas act They act like bitches Like snitches, tellin' on everything that- Hold on man! I'm tryna do my sh- Yo what up? I was kickin' it, spittin' raps with Infinite Dippin' in the 909, tryna get signed Living with Double O, and his big brother Element Tryna get put on, everything else irrelevant There was a couple collectives that I would represent Like Bridgetown Steel and my crew with Defect & Definite One day I start workin' on a solo Dropped 20 tracks in 2 days, no coke No weed, broke, yo, goin' for broke Called my cousins, had 'em buggin' off the stuff that I wrote Then one of them say: Yo, you know I work for Death Row I think I should tell Suge I found something special I said: Lets go! He said: For sure, gimme a week Next week came around, and he gave me the beep Pulled up one deep, like: You ready to roll? I grabbed my demo and my jacket, I was ready to go He said: You practice your raps? Don't trip, my game is true But whatever you do, don't tell him my name is Blu He laughed: How lame is you? I laughed: Not lame as you When he give me a million dollars, then what you gonna do? Shit, you pass that blunt, you better hit it Imagine if I signed to Death Row Imagine if I signed to Suge Imagine if I signed to Death Row I didn't do it, but it's still all good We pulled up to the legendary office off Wilshire Was lookin' all around for someone who looked familiar Suge wasn't there when we got to the office So the people in charge told us to pass out waters With Death Row artists on the labels they made Told us to pass these out at the Laker parade That's when Left Eye was signed, that's when Crooked was signed And Kurupt was a V. P., I knew it was my time That reminds me, I was 19 A mic fiend with pipe dreams Tryin' to get a whip and my first pair of ice creams Returned to the office, Suge still wasn't there So we decided to kick it with the recording engineer He was workin' on a posthumous 2pac record Recordin' Danny Boy in the booth for the session Danny Boy was cool, we even played pool I beat him just to prove I deserve these shoes I remember he questioned why I would sign to Suge I was hopin' to meet other artists, but it's all good Imagine if I signed to Death Row Danny left around 9 PM, Suge arrived We've been waiting since 12 o'clock for me to get signed He ignores us, a few hours, while goin' over mixes Critiquin' recordings and other CEO business Finally gives us attention: Let's meet this kid You've been tellin' me he's sick, I hope that he is He walked me to the cafeteria, told me to spit In front of 'bout 10 bloods, and guess what I did? I spit 50 bars, 64 bars, then 100 bars In his office I told him I wanted a house and car He told me that was possible, we'll be in touch But when I got home and told my crew what was up They said: Fuck that! We fuck RBX and he said 'fuck that! Don't fuck with them, I fucked with them, and you don't want that' Don't even think to run back to sign on the dot Give me the year, [?] told me: You'll be signed to the ROC If you fuck with us, but before that plan fleshed out I met Exile, after that I put my best out Imagine if I signed to Death Row Imagine if I signed to Suge Imagine if I signed to Death Row I didn't do it, but it's still all good Imagine if I signed to Death Row Imagine if I signed to Suge Imagine if I signed to Death Row I didn't do it, but it's still all good