NY Shining lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game]
Yo I’m in NY York on the block, I know you see that it’s snowing
Jesus Piece, got Jesus piece, both of the sh*ts glowin’
Stussy jacket, hoodie on, f*cking wind blowin
G start, Jordan 3's fly like Bowen
And now that I got everybody f*ckin attention
Let address this b*tch ass n*gga going on the Kendrick'
Said that album trash, n*gga you full of gas
Poke holes in you, let you fill up the New-York cab'
n*gga in believes, all into his feeling
Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling
Diddi gave you a mill, lil n*gga should’ve chilled
Cute curly side-burns talkin bout it real
Check my resume, any n*gga want it - I bury him
But f*ck this n*gga, he can't get into America
I’m ‘bout to hit Brooklyn, f*ck on his b*tch Erica
Bust a nut, call a cabbie cut
After I tear it up and we just meditate
Gave it a pole, the day after election date
b*tches was on section 8, tryina get a section 8
Already came, this a rap like a ..
Hurricane Sandy got this b*tch lights out
She fell asleep then a girl got piped out
It means the type hoes, NBA n*ggas wife out
And these my side b*tches, n*gga what your life 'bout
Mine's bout, gunz in the stash, the Chrys' piped out
That's 300C and Christ iced out
3 kids, all 3 closets Nike'd out
And I'm biopolar, see 40 block lights out
Word on the street – b*tch n*ggas suing me
Sent the cops to my door n*gga' how you a G?
I ain’t beefin with the pigs, this you and me
And I spit the same 16 at your eulogy
Cough up a lung, where I'm from
Compton son, ain't nothing nice!