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Some information about Don t Need Your Love Lyrics Title: The Game - Don t Need Your Love lyrics Artist: The Game Album: The Documentary Visitors: 11 visitors have visited Don t Need Your Love Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [The GameYo HavocI m too close to the edge on this one niggaI ain t gon jump thoughI ma keep it raw gutterYo Prodigyyou know I need you on this one nigga[The GameI got shit on my chestI must confessLast night I was the nigga that shot up your projectsNow I m back in the hoodwith rocks in the PyrexTan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checksI was forced to live this lifeforced to bust my chromeMy pops left me in a foster homeI felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg goneSo I don t hop in the SS without the Mossberg homesI ve been rappin for a year and a halfmy life is realPut the gun in his mouthhe gon bite the steelCome to ComptonI got stripes for realBefore Drebefore the icebefore the deal - I was almost killedLike Pac before the Death Row dealI got shot over two pounds of weedstill ain t found them niggazBut karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gunThat s somethin I gotta teach my son[Chorus: Faith EvansI don t need your loveno no no noI don t need your loveNeed itI don t want itI don t need itI don t need your loveno I don t need your loveI don t need your loveCausethegamedon tchange[The GameI heard they got Bloods in New York nowRed rags in Uptown Harlem nowI need that loveFront court at the Knicks gamenew chickFrench nameNew carnew houseand sometimes friends changeAnd you don t need that lovewhen you G s like usAnd your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie sAnd your life story is sim-u-lar to 50 sFirst they hate youthen they love youthen they hate you againWhat the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?No micsno +Unsigned Hype+nigga FUCK The SourcePlus them awards I don t needAnd them niggaz breathin the same air as meactin like they don t bleedWe don t drive the same speedthis a Continental TThat s a case of Armadalethis a continental suiteSo I ma drown in my own sorrowsLive lifefuck tomorrownigga cause reality is[Chorus w/ variations + ad libs[The GameI was gassed upMurder Inc.Roc-A-Fella passed upSat in Daddy s House with Black Rob and Lou and asked PuffNow The Game set in stonethe Frank Muniz set in stonesDre cut me a checkI m goneTryin to be the king of the streetsniggaz ll wet your throneBut I got nieces to feedtwo coasts to pleaseSo I roam through the city like the ghost of EGotta put Compton back where it s sposed to beNuttin between all my niggaz that s close to meIn the streets with two fellas packin toast for meI m posed to begot all the critics watchin my pivotOn my block in the Coupe readin kites from prisonI got niggaz doin life in prisonAll my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquorSo this song is for Ms. WallaceAfeni ShakurAnd all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war[Chorus - 2X w/ variations + ad libs Hottest songs from The Game : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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