Last night I was the nigga that
Now I'm back in the hood,
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs
I was forced to live this life,
My pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now
So I don't hop in the SS without
I've been rappin' for a year and a half,
Put the gun in his mouth,
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
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
no 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,
Front court at the Knicks game,
and sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love,
And your Jesus piece is sim-
And your life story is sim-
First they hate you, then they love you,
No mics, no Unsigned Hype,
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,
That's a case of Armadale,
So I'mma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow,
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
no I don't need your love
Cause, the, game, don't, change
I was gassed up, Murder Inc.,
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,
So I roam through the city
Gotta put Compton back where
Nothing between all my niggas
In the streets with two fellas
I'm 'posed to be, got all
the critics watching my pivot
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,
And all the mothers of dead sons
Need it, I don't want it,
no I don't need your love
Cause, the, game, don't, change