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Album: LAX (2008)
Artists: The Game

  1. Angel
  2. Big Dreams
  3. Bulletproof Diaries
  4. Cali Sunshine
  5. Camera Phone
  6. Dope Boys
  7. Dope Boys
  8. Game's Pain
  9. Game's Pain
  10. Gentleman's Affair
  11. Hard Liquor
  12. House Of Pain
  13. Intro
  14. Intro
  15. Lax Files
  16. LAX Files
  17. Let Us Live
  18. Letter To The King
  19. Money
  20. My Life
  21. My Life
  22. Never Can Say Goodbye
  23. Nice
  24. Outro
  25. Spanglish
  26. State Of Emergency
  27. State Of Emergency
  28. Touchdown
  29. Ya Heard
  30. Ya Heard


Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Fuck You Nigga!

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A light For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide... suicide...)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why? " Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned em
So it aint no proof that I ever walked through 8 mile
And since it aint no proof I never walked through 8 mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)

Walk through the gates of Hell
See my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on
Me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album
Playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton...

Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, and I bet that new Mercedes could
(My Life)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)
(My Life)
(My Life)
(My Life)

(My Life)
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