Yo Havoc
I'm too close to the edge
on this one nigga
I ain't gon' jump though
I'mma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy
you know I need you
on this one nigga
I got shit on my chest
I must confess
Last night I was the nigga
that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood
with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike
Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life
forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik
now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS
without the Mossberg homes
I've been rappin' for a year
and a half my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth
he gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton
I got stripes for real
Before Dre before the ice
before the deal
I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed
still ain't found them niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga on
the other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta teach my son
I don't need your love
no no no
I don't need your love
Need it I don't want it
I don't need it
I don't need your love
no I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change
I heard they got Bloods
in New York now
Red rags in Uptown
Harlem now I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game
new chick French name
New car new house and
sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love
when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece
is sim-u-lar to Biggie's
And your life story
is sim-u-lar to 50's
First they hate you
then they love you
then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take
for a gangsta to win
No mics no Unsigned
Hype nigga fuck The Source
Plus them awards I don't need
And them niggas breathing the same
air as me
acting like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed
this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale
this a continental suite
So I'mma drown in my own sorrows
Live life fuck tomorrow
nigga cause reality is
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
I don't want it
I don't need it
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change
I was gassed up
Murder Inc Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black
Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game's set in stone
the Franck Muller's set in stones
Dre cut me a check I'm gone
Tryin to be the king of the streets
niggas'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed
two coasts to please
So I roam through the city
like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back
where it's 'sposed to be
Nothing between all my niggas
that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas
packing toast for me
I'm 'posed to be got
all the critics watching my pivot
On my block in the Coupe
reading kites from prison
I got niggas doing life in prison
All my fallen soldiers
is one of the reasons
we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms Wallace
Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead
sons that went out in the war
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
I don't want it
I don't need it
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
I don't want it
I don't need it
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change