Tekster: Game. Dont't Need Your Love.

Yo, Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one, nigga
I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga

I got shit on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My Pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mossberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes

I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin' I gotta teach my son

I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change

I heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?

No mics, no unsigned hype, nigga fuck the source
Plus them awards, I don't need
And them niggaz breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga, 'cause reality is

I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change

I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm gone
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's supposed to be

Nuttin' between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my block in the Coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war

I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change

I don't need your love, I don't need your love
I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't change