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