Don`t Need Your Love

[The Game]<br /> I got shit on my chest, I must confess<br /> Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects<br /> Now I`m back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex<br /> Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks<br /> I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome<br /> My pops left me in a foster home<br /> I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone<br /> So I don`t hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes<br /> I`ve been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real<br /> Put the gun in his mouth, he gon` bite the steel<br /> Come to Compton, I got stripes for real<br /> Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed<br /> Like `Pac before the Death Row deal<br /> I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain`t found them niggaz<br /> But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun<br /> That`s somethin I gotta teach my son<br /> <br /> [Chorus: Faith Evans]<br /> I don`t need your love, no no no no<br /> I don`t need your love<br /> Need it, I don`t want it, I don`t need it<br /> I don`t need your love, no I don`t need your love<br /> I don`t need your love<br /> Cause, the, game, don`t, change<br /> <br /> [The Game]<br /> I heard they got Bloods in New York now<br /> Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love<br /> Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name<br /> New car, new house, and sometimes friends change<br /> And you don`t need that love, when you G`s like us<br /> And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie`s<br /> And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50`s<br /> First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again<br /> What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?<br /> No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source<br /> Plus them awards I don`t need<br /> And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don`t bleed<br /> We don`t drive the same speed, this a Continental T<br /> That`s a case of Armadale, this a continental suite<br /> So I`ma drown in my own sorrows<br /> Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is<br /> <br /> [Chorus] w/ variations + ad libs<br /> <br /> [The Game]<br /> I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up<br /> Sat in Daddy`s House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff<br /> Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones<br /> Dre cut me a check, I`m gone<br /> Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz`ll wet your throne<br /> But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please<br /> So I roam through the city like the ghost of E<br /> Gotta put Compton back where it`s `sposed to be<br /> Nuttin between all my niggaz that`s close to me<br /> In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me<br /> I`m `posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot<br /> On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison<br /> I got niggaz doin life in prison<br /> All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor<br /> So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur<br /> And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war<br /> <br /> [Chorus] - 2X w/ variations + ad libs<br />