My Life (ft. Lil' Wayne)
[Intro]
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\r\n*breathing*
\r\n*dog barking*
\r\n*gun shot and glass break*
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\r\n[The Game]
\r\nPunk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
\r\nWhat chu was goin do? Kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
\r\nTupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit
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\r\n[Punk Ass Motherfucker]
\r\nDon’t shoot!
\r\nDon’t shoot!
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\r\n*gun shot*
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\r\n[The Game]
\r\nFuck You Nigga!
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\r\n[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
\r\nAnd I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
\r\nThey say \"You ain’t grindin’ til you tired\"
\r\nSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
\r\nLooking to find
\r\nA way
\r\nThrough the day
\r\nA life
\r\nFor the night
\r\nDear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
\r\nYou haven’t taken (my life? x3)
\r\nLike what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
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\r\n[Verse 1: The Game]
\r\nTake me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
\r\nTake me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
\r\nTake me away
\r\nLike I overdosed on cocaine
\r\nOr take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
\r\nSuicide (Suicide..suicide..)
\r\nI'm from a Windy City, like \"Do or Die\"
\r\nFrom a block close to where Biggie was crucified
\r\nThat was Brooklyn's Jesus
\r\nShot for no fuckin' reason
\r\nAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
\r\n'Cause that's Jesus people
\r\nAnd The Game, he's the equal
\r\nHated on so much, \"The Passion of Christ\" need a sequel
\r\nYeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
\r\nLike I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
\r\nI need some meditation, so I can leave my people
\r\nThey askin' “Why?\" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
\r\nAnd why every hood nigga feed off evil?
\r\nAnswer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
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\r\n[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
\r\nAnd I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
\r\nThey say \"You ain’t grindin’ til you tired\"
\r\nSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
\r\nLooking to find
\r\nA way
\r\nThrough the day
\r\nA life
\r\nFor the night
\r\nDear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
\r\nYou haven’t taken (my life? x3)
\r\nLike what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
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\r\n[Verse 2: The Game]
\r\nWe are not the same, I am a Martian
\r\nSo approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
\r\nYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
\r\nAnd I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
\r\nSo eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
\r\nAnd fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
\r\nSometimes I think about my life with my face down
\r\nThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
\r\nDamn, I know his momma's proud
\r\nAnd since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
\r\nAnd like MJB, \"No More Drama\" now
\r\nLivin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
\r\nI spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
\r\nGotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
\r\nMy life used to be empty like a glock without a round
\r\nNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)
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\r\n[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
\r\nAnd I’m grindin’ 'til I’m tired
\r\nThey say \"You ain’t grindin’ 'til you tired\"
\r\nSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
\r\nLooking to find
\r\nA way
\r\nThrough the day
\r\nA life
\r\nFor the night
\r\nDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
\r\nYou haven’t taken (my life? x3)
\r\nLike what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
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\r\n[Verse 3: The Game]
\r\nWalk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
\r\nThe high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
\r\nListening to the \"Chronic\" album, playing backwards
\r\nShootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
\r\nMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
\r\nI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton...Compton...)
\r\nMade my grandmother pray for good
\r\nAnd never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
\r\nAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
\r\nThey took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
\r\nBut it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
\r\nRidin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
\r\nWith the top back
\r\nIn my Sox hat
\r\nI'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
\r\nEven if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
\r\nI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back
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\r\n[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
\r\nAnd I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
\r\nThey say \"You ain’t grindin’ til you tired\"
\r\nSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
\r\nLooking to find
\r\nA way
\r\nThrough the day
\r\nA life
\r\nFor the night
\r\nDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
\r\nYou haven’t taken (my life x3)
\r\nLike what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
\r\n(My Life x3)
Author by: TiengAnhHoc.com
