Artist: The Game Album: The Documentary 2.5 Song: Life Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: King Justice] My daddy ain't going nowhere Never! [The Game] Whether we dribble out this muh'fucker Wrap, rock or riddle out this muh'fucker We gon' get up out this muh'fucker Same way that Venus did, Serena did We them kids, Whitney was talkin 'bout That's how it was before my brother caught them slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out That ain't my brother in that box, what niggaz talkin 'bout? Couldn't paulbearer cause I was too weak to walk him out And that's real shit I'm dedicated like 'Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith I'm already turnt up, chronic still burnt up Fuck outta here, with all that lean and poppin pills shit Jump in my Impala get it hoppin with a killswitch I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip I done been to Africa, seen niggaz in Attica Cops killin our youth, these numbers ain't addin up Like that white boy sittin in a prison cell Killed nine people in a church, how he livin still? I couldn't understand I spent hours with Farrakhan just beggin him to let me be the Millionth Man But some of these niggaz just make you wanna kill a man And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt Listen, you ain't a Christian cause you go to church Listen, you ain't a gangsta cause you got the work A real gangsta's one who take care of his whole family Like me, even though my baby mama can't stand me Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it's branded And my fuckin kids' tighter than Ray J and Brandy Yeah, I give it to you so you understand Fuckin bitches took my family +Bye Baby+, rock-a-bye baby No tears or sobs baby, been listenin to Nas lately And I can't lie baby, been missin them thighs baby But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton baby It's more to life than trippin on lies baby Put feelings aside baby, you Nicki Minaj baby One day we all die baby So I'd rather go hard, keep Cali alive baby Yeah, keep Cali alive baby Double entendre, nigga that's my baby And don't nobody father kids like me Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me I'm still the same nigga on my California ID Yeah, Compton nigga Blame Dre, it's his fault that I'm a monster nigga I was sellin crack in Westside Bompton nigga Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors nigga I was light skin and young, Klay Thompson nigga 15, had guns like Contra nigga Now they call me bipolar, big contradiction This "The Documentary 2" without Doc's prescription Motherfucker {*echoes*}