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The Game
My life - tekst piosenki

Feat: Lil' Wayne

[Intro: The Game + (Guy)]
*(breathing)*
*dog barking*
*gun shot*
Punk as­s mo­­thafu­­c­ka
What chu goin do kill me in my sleep you bi­­t­­ch a­­s­­s ni­­­­g­­­ga?
Tupac! Biggie!
Shut the fu­­­c­­k up!
Fu­­c­k­­ing dogs barking and sh­­­it
(Don’t shoot)
(Don’t shoot)
F­­u­­c­­k You N­­i­­g­­ga!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin till I'm tired
Cuz they say you ain't grindin till you die
So I'm grindin
My eyes wide
Nothin to find
Away through the day
Alive for the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin'
Why you haven't takin' my life my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right
My life my life my life my life

[Verse 1: The Game]
Take me away
From the hood
Like a state peninetery
Take me away
From the hood in the casket of Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdose the cocaine
Take me away
Like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggy was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed a Sigel
Like I needed my father,
But he needed needle
I need some meditation,
So I can leave my people
They askin' "Why"?
Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question for this bullet
Leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin till I'm tired
Cuz they say you ain't grindin till you die
So I'm grindin
My eyes wide
Nothin to find
Away through the day
Alive for the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin'
Why you haven't takin' my life my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right
My life my life my life my life

[Verse 2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher
But heres my Aries sermes
So eat this black music
And tell me how it taste now
And f**k Jesse Jackson
Cuz it ain't 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's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream,
We can share my mama now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the good life,
Me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggaz could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state,
I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty
Like a glock without a round
Now my life full,
Like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin till I'm tired
Cuz they say you ain't grindin till you die
So I'm grindin
My eyes wide
Nothin to find
Away through the day
Alive for the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin'
Why you haven't takin' my life my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right
My life my life my life my life

[Verse 3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell,
See my Impala parked in front
The hot beams on,
Me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listenin' to the "Chronic" album,
Playin Backwards
Shootin at Pictures of Don Omius for target practice
My mind f**ked up,
So I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city
That made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy,
When I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars,
But niggaz can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggaz
That I should hate the hood
But it's real niggaz like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin till I'm tired
Cuz they say you ain't grindin till you die
So I'm grindin
My eyes wide
Nothin to find
Away through the day
Alive for the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin'
Why you haven't takin' my life my life
Like what the hell am I doin' 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
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life

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