Dont Need Your Love lyrics
[ Verse 1 ]
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 and the pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life forced bust my chrome
My pops left me in the foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausbergs gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mausberg homes
I been rappin for a year and 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 find them niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That something I got to teach my son
[ Chorus ]
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
[ Verse 2 ]
I heard that they got bloods in New York now
Red rags all over Central Park now
I need that love front court at the Knick's 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 similar to biggies
And your life stories is similar to 50's
First they hate than they love you than they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangster 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 is a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale this is a continental suite
So I'm drown in own sorrow live life fuck tomorrow nigga cause reality is
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[ Verse 3 ]
I was gassed up Murder Inc, Rocafella passed up
Sat in daddies house with black rob and little ask puff
Now the game set in stone the Frank Mueller set in stones
Dre cut me check I'm gone
Trying to be the king of the street niggas will wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed got two coasts to please
So I roam thru the city like ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where its supposed to be
Nothing between all my niggas that's close to me
In the streets with two felons packing toast for me
I'm posted be got all the critics watching my pivot
On my block in the coupe reading kites from prison
I got nigga's doing life in prison all of my fallen soldiers
Is one of the reasons I 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
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