My Life-The Game/Lil Wayne

[Intro: The Game] Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin' shit What you was gonna do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass nigga? 2Pac, Biggie – shut the fuck up! Fuckin' dogs, barkin' and shit (Don't shoot, don't shoot!) Fuck you, nigga! [Hook: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 1: The Game] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? ‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle I need some meditation so I can lead my people They askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?" And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [Hook: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 2: The Game] We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now And like M.J.B. no more drama now Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Hook: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 3: The Game] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood But it's real niggas like me that make the hood Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should With the top back, in my Sox hat I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the nigga Pac back I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back [Hook: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life