- The Game my life (發帖. l IL Wayne) 歌詞
- The Game
Punk-ass mother******, checking ****
What you was gonna do, kill me in my sleep you *****-ass *****?
2Pac, Biggie, shut the ************* up!
************* dogs, barking and **** (dont shoot, dont shoot!)
************* you *****!
(Hook: Lil Wayne)
And Im grindin til Im tired
Cause they said you aintt grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find
A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people
Im just wondering why you havent taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood , in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on *******
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, Im from a Windy City, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyns Jesus, shot for no ************* reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause thats Jesus, people - and Game, hes the equal
Hated on so much, 'Passion of Christ' need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They asking why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood **** * feed off evil?
Answer my question fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
And Im grindin til Im tired
Cause they said you aintt grindin til youtired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find
A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people
Im just wondering why you havent taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24s spinning? I earned em
And I aint no preacher but, heres my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
And ********** *** Jesse Jackson cause it aint about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his mama proud
And since you helped me sell my dream we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., no more drama now
Living the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and * ***** could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, Im never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
And Im grindin til Im tired
Cause they said you aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find
A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people
Im just wondering why you havent taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharing chronic blunts
Listening to the Chronic album playing backwards
Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind ************* up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
Im from the city that made you mother******s afraid of Suge
{'Compton, Compton'} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy , but I bet that new Mercedes could
Aint no bars, but ****** cant escape the hood
And it took so many of my ******, that I should hate the hood
But its real ****** like me that make the hood
Riding slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back, in my Sox hat
Im 'Paid in Full ', the ***** Alpo couldnt stop that
Even if they brought the ***** Pac back
Ill still keep this mother****** ******ed back
And Im grindin til Im tired
Cause they said you aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide, looking to find
A way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord: you done took so many of my people
Im just wondering why you havent taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life My Life My Life )
(My Life My Life My Life )
(My Life My Life My Life )
(My Life My Life My Life )
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