[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I only f*** wit'chu, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I would be broke, if I would be wit'chu
That is why it's fo' one night
[The Game]
I'm a motherf***in gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherf***ers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own n****z actin like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the n**** Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed n****z the Bentley then let you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage
When we was fightin with Crips it wasn't about no dollars
It was about sellin dope to put our kids through college
I'm sittin on the block, reminiscin for hours
Wipin my tears cause now half of my n****z is cowards
And I was still f***in with n****z, after I got shot
and didn't get one hospital visit
My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this
It hurt my heart, to say this s***
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[The Game]
Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real
This ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell
I don't front about s*** I pull my gun up out s***
And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this
I thought you loved me n****, talk is cheap
Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four shells, I ain't get
one keep your head up, all I got was keep it real
Keep it real my n****z?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my n****z
After the bulls***, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there
Where? Right there! I had all you n****z in suits
Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this s*** but it's quite clear
The last twelve months been a f***in nightmare
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[The Game]
This s*** worse than arguin with my b****
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket n****, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all s***
N**** you tell me, what'chu want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu?
Oh now it's f*** Game, nah n**** f*** you
I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru
And the reality is, I could die too
And end up in the cemetery, right beside you
We can both ride, angels flyin over my head
Stoned but the devils inside yo' box
You wanted my shine so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice
Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life
I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Andrea Martin]
Black Wall Street fo' life
Only f*** with you on two occasions
When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high
I only, f*** with you...
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