Dont Need Your Love - Faith Evans - The Game
Artist : “The Game”
Song title : “Dont Need Your Love - Faith Evans”
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the game
Yo havoc
Im too close to the edge on this one nigga
I aint gon jump though
Ima keep it raw gutter
Yo prodigy
You know i need you on this one nigga
The game
I got shit on my chest
I must confess
Last night i was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now im 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 mausberg gone
So i dont hop in the ss without the mossberg homes
Ive 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 aint found them niggaz
But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
Thats somethin i gotta teach my son
Chorus faith evans
I dont need your love
No no no no
I dont need your love
Need it
I dont want it
I dont need it
I dont need your love
No i dont need your love
I dont need your love
Cause
The
Game
dont
Change
The game
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 dont need that love
When you gs like us
And your jesus piece is sim-u-lar to biggies
And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50s
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 dont need
And them niggaz breathin the same air as me
Actin like they dont bleed
We dont drive the same speed
This a continental t
Thats a case of armadale
This a continental suite
So ima drown in my own sorrows
Live life
fuck tomorrow
Nigga cause reality is
Chorus w/ variations + ad libs
The game
I was gassed up
Murder inc
Roc-a-fella passed up
Sat in daddys 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
Im gone
Tryin to be the king of the streets
Niggazll 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 its sposed to be
Nuttin between all my niggaz thats close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me
Im 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