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Artist: The Game f/ Meek Mill
Album:  The Documentary 2
Song:   The Soundtrack
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[The Game]
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin, fiends suckin they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here niggaz is shootin you
Niggaz workin out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga you killin who?
Street shit, me and Meek shit, fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral

[Meek Mill]
Be your funeral!
Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin through
Drive-by, layin side by side as they viewin you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side with your nigga, right?
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggaz wan' snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ!

[The Game] + (Meek Mill)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans (Burke Street) niggaz tryin to murk me
(Gotta hit me first, G)

[Chorus: The Game] + (Meek Mill) + {singers}
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin from a city where they kill niggaz like)
{La-la-la; la-da-da}
{La-la-la; la-da-da}
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin from a city where they kill niggaz like)
{La-la-la; la-da-da}
{La-la-la; la-da-da}

[Meek Mill]
Uhh, my dawg doin life cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared!

[The Game]
Cause I got real niggaz everywhere
that'll cut your life short like it's February
Killer Cali where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the Feds is tappin phones like secretaries
Shit real, like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, Big too, but they memory legendary

[Meek Mill]
And where I'm from, get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first nigga, aimin to murk nigga
Fuck yo' chain, want yo' shoes, yo' jean and yo' shirt nigga
Cause it's cold out, fuck yo' concert cause you sold out
Yo' dad ain't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin 'bout?

[The Game]
Absolutely nothin
They ain't us Meek, fuck 'em - cause

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
From Philly to Compton nigga
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggaz too
But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggaz take my life
BRRRRRRT!!

[The Game]
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life like a fuckin Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggaz, but that's my city though
Yeah we movin birds, but we throw 'em like a frisbee though
Niggaz sellin flat-screens, 60-inch Vizio's
Blow on a stone, smokin chronic on commodes
Listenin to Hov', like "I gotta get my weight up"
The system was made to break us but they can't take us, no~!

[Meek Mill]
And I know they hate us though, cause we really made it though
Ballin like we Jordan, niggaz shootin, try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potatoes bro, but it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mad shit, they couldn't save me though
Shit, I gotta save myself before I try to save a hoe
Fuck yo' role model, it was gold bottles
After the gold hollows

[Chorus]

[Outro: singers]
This is my liiiife
Time to shine the liiiight
This is God's plaaaan
I am who I aaaam
This is my liiiife
Time to shine the liiiight
This is God's plaaaan
I am who I aaaam!
My life {*8X*}