The Game - Don't Need Your Love Lyrics
(feat. Faith Evans)[the Game]Yo Havoc, I'm Too Close To The Edge On This One NiggaI Ain't Gon' Jump Though, I'ma Keep It Raw GutterYo Prodigy, You Know I Need You On This One Nigga[the Game]I Got Shit On My Chest, I Must ConfessLast Night I Was The Nigga That Shot Up Your ProjectsNow I'm Back In The Hood, With Rocks In The PyrexTan Khakis And Them Nike Airs With The Dyed ChecksI Was Forced To Live This Life, Forced To Bust My ChromeMy Pops Left Me In A Foster HomeI Felt Abandoned Like Quik Now That Mausberg GoneSo I Don't Hop In The Ss Without The Mossberg HomesI've Been Rappin For A Year And A Half, My Life Is RealPut The Gun In His Mouth, He Gon' Bite The SteelCome To Compton, I Got Stripes For RealBefore Dre, Before The Ice, Before The Deal - I Was Almost KilledLike 'pac Before The Death Row DealI Got Shot Over Two Pounds Of Weed, Still Ain't Found Them NiggazBut Karma Come Quicker For A Nigga On The Other Side Of The GunThat's Somethin I Gotta Teach My Son[chorus: Faith Evans]I Don't Need Your Love, No No No NoI Don't Need Your LoveNeed It, I Don't Want It, I Don't Need ItI Don't Need Your Love, No I Don't Need Your LoveI Don't Need Your LoveCause, The, Game, Don't, Change[the Game]I Heard They Got Bloods In New York NowRed Rags In Uptown Harlem Now, I Need That LoveFront Court At The Knicks Game, New Chick, French NameNew Car, New House, And Sometimes Friends ChangeAnd You Don't Need That Love, When You G's Like UsAnd Your Jesus Piece Is Sim-u-lar To Biggie'sAnd Your Life Story Is Sim-u-lar To 50'sFirst They Hate You, Then They Love You, Then They Hate You AgainWhat The ***** Do It Take For A Gangsta To Win?No Mics, No +unsigned Hype+, Nigga ******* The SourcePlus Them Awards I Don't NeedAnd Them Niggaz Breathin The Same Air As Me, Actin Like They Don't BleedWe Don't Drive The Same Speed, This A Continental TThat's A Case Of Armadale, This A Continental SuiteSo I'ma Drown In My Own SorrowsLive Life, ***** Tomorrow, Nigga Cause Reality Is[chorus W/ Variations + Ad Libs][the Game]I Was Gassed Up, Murder Inc., Roc-a-fella Passed UpSat In Daddy's House With Black Rob And Lou And Asked PuffNow The Game Set In Stone, The Frank Muniz Set In StonesDre Cut Me A Check, I'm GoneTryin To Be The King Of The Streets, Niggaz'll Wet Your ThroneBut I Got Nieces To Feed, Two Coasts To PleaseSo I Roam Through The City Like The Ghost Of EGotta Put Compton Back Where It's 'sposed To BeNuttin Between All My Niggaz That's Close To MeIn The Streets With Two Fellas Packin Toast For MeI'm 'posed To Be, Got All The Critics Watchin My PivotOn My Block In The Coupe Readin Kites From PrisonI Got Niggaz Doin Life In PrisonAll My Fallen Soldiers Is One Of The Reasons We Pour Out LiquorSo This Song Is For Ms. Wallace, Afeni ShakurAnd All The Mothers Of Dead Sons That Went Out In The War[chorus - 2x W/ Variations + Ad Libs]
