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The Game - My Life (Feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Intro: The Game]
Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin' shit
What you was gonna do?
Kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass nigga?
2Pac, Biggie – shut the fuck up!
Fuckin' dogs, barkin' and shit
(Don't shoot, don't shoot!)
Fuck you, nigga!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired."
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[Verse 1: The Game]
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 cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide
I'm from a windy city like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's 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 askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired."
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
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We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24s spinnin'? I earned 'em
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson, ‘cause 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 proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now
And like M.J.B. no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm 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

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired."
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[Verse 3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts
Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that make the hood
Ridin' slow in 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 motherfucker cocked back

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired."
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life

Lyrics {*dogs barking, man panting then gasps, explosion and glass shatters*} [Intro: The Game] Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit What you was gon' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga? {*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up! Fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don't shoot) {*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin 'til I'm tired Cause they said you ain't grindin 'til you tired So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find A way through the day, a life for the night Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin why you haven't taken my life (my life, my life) Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right) My life (my life, my life) [The Game] + (Lil Wayne) 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 cocaine Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide, I'm from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (my life, my life) Cause that's Jesus people, and Game, he's the equal Hated on some much "Passion of Christ" need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [Chorus] [The Game] + (Lil Wayne) We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24's spinnin? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher but, here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson cause 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 (my life, my life) Damn, I know his momma proud And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and niggaz could drive it out of town Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm 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 [Chorus] [The Game] + (Lil Wayne) Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts Listenin to the "Chronic" album, playin backwards Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge {"Compton, Compton"} Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life) Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood And it took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood But it's real niggaz like me, that make the hood Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life) 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'll still keep this motherfucker cocked back [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] My life (my life, my life) My life (my life, my life) My life (my life, my life)

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