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