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 [Chorus: Andrea Martin]
 I only fuck wit'chu,  two occasions
 When  drunk, when I'm high
 I would be broke, if I would be 
 That is why it's fo'  night
 
 [The Game]
 I'm a motherfuckin' gang-bangin' 
 Wake up motherfuckers!
  traded in my white Nike Airs,
 For a red pair of Converse, back to the 
 My own niggaz actin' like I turned my back  the hood.
 I used my rap money to put  in the hood,
 Even brought the  Dr. Dre back to the hood.
 I showed niggaz the Bentley then let you drive 
 Gone  two days and I ain't even check the mileage.
 When we was fightin' with Crips it wasn't  no dollars;
 It was  sellin' dope to put our kids through college.
 I'm sittin' on the  reminiscin' for hours,
 Wipin' my tears cause now half of my niggaz is 
 And  was still fuckin' with niggaz, after I got shot,
  didn't get one hospital visit.
 My homey Snoop  me it'd be days like this,
 It hurt my heart,  say this shit:
 
 [Chorus w/  libs]
 
 [The Game]
 Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for 
 This ain't a pastel color khaki suit,  I ain't Pharrell.
 I don't front about shit I pull my gun  out shit;
 And let everythin' fly to keep my son up  this.
 I thought you loved me nigga, talk  cheap;
 Remember, the bulletholes in my  car seat?
 My baby momma  four shells, I ain't get
  "Keep your head up", all I got was "Keep it real."
 Keep  real my niggaz?
 Last  alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz!
 After  bullshit, I stayed right there;
 Took  to award shows, "There go J right there."
  "Right there!" I had all you niggaz in suits,
 Cleaner than a pair  fresh Nike Airs.
  supposed to enjoy this shit, but it's quite clear;
  last twelve months been a fuckin' nightmare!
 
 [Chorus w/ ad 
 
 [The Game]
  shit worse than arguin with my bitch;
  done been through more ups and downs, than a Impala switch.
 Get'cho hand out my pocket  go fish;
 I was born by myself so I don't owe  shit!
 Nigga you tell me, what'chu  me to do;
 Drop my son off at home and  bang wit'chu?
  now it's "Fuck Game", nah, nigga, FUCK YOU!
 ...I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on 
 And the reality is, I  die too,
 And end up in  cemetery, right beside you.
  can both rot, angels flyin over my head stone,
 But the devils  yo' box.
 You wanted my shine  I gave you ice,
 Then I gave you a second chance and you played me 
 Couldn't be a real homeboy to save  life...
 I shoulda took  Dre's advice.
 
 [Chorus w/ ad 
 
 [Outro - Andrea 
 Black Wall Street  life.
 Only fuck  you on two occasions,
  I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high...
 I only, fuck with