THE GAME - MY LIFE LYRICS

Writer(s): BONNER, LEROY / BECK, WILLIE / WILLIAMS, JAMES L. / PIERCE, MARVIN / JONES, MARSHALL / MIDDLEBROOKS, RALPH / SATCHELL,
Artist: The Game Lyrics
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Punk *** ************, get your *** up
What you was goin' do? kill me in my sleep you ***** *** *****?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the **** up! ****ing dogs barking and ****

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

**** you *****!

[Chorus]
And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' till I die
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken
(my life?) [Repeat x3]
Like what the hell am I
(doing right?) [Repeat x3]
(My Life) [Repeat x3]

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (suicide, 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 ****in' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood ***** feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus]

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (Caution., caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
See all the pictures of me and Em I burned up
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 mile
And since there ain't no proof, ill never walk through 8 mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
(My Life) [Repeat x3]
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and *****s 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 (Gunshots)

[Chorus]

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind ****ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you ************s afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but *****s can't escape the hood
They took so many of my *****s, that I should hate the hood
But it's real *****s like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the ***** Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the ***** 'Pac back
I'd still keep this ************ cocked back

[Chorus]

(My Life) [Repeat x9]

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