Suge Knight (feat. Exile)

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