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the game – confessions lyrics

[intro]
turn me up in the headphones a ‘lil
i want everybody to hear that sh-t

[chorus]
this is my confession, you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

[verse 1]
how the f-ck would you feel? if you had to share every meal
every night, with your foster brothers and sisters
i think about my mom and i missed her
nights after watching the a-team, when i kissed her
i use to want to be mr. t, or murdock
which one was it? uhh… then i heard shots
it must be coming from 133rd block
where them west side piru n-gg-s birds pop
and the crips ain’t far away
you got nutty blocc, grape street, and the pjs
where n-gg-s 15 years old with beers like freeway
and you can die over he say and she say
like “your cousin told my brothers baby momma”
that game done started that drama
in the projects, yeah the same ones that they said carmelo got robbed at
but i talked to him, he said it didn’t happen
n-gg- you play ball, i’ll be the rapper

[interlude]
(..give a f-ck about these nba -ss n-gg-s anyway
i ain’t make it, i play ball, n-gg- i’m jealous n-gg-
you don’t play for the lakers anyway punk)

[chorus]
this is my confession, you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

[verse 2]
sittin’ inside 40/40 talkin’ to jay
2 and a half hours watchin’ the lakers and the nicks play
he told me the same thing i heard fif’ say
spit your heart out long as the sh-t pay
i was bangin’ where the bloods and the crips stay
dre found me and let me eat off his plate
i got full then i came back to feed my n-gg-s
you no longer gotta bleed my n-gg-s
k!ll each other over jealousy and greed my n-gg-s
god made it rain now water your seed my n-gg-s
it’s black wall street you and me my n-gg-s
long as it’s tatted on your skin you gon’ be my n-gg-s
any drama you’ll see my n-gg-s b-l-double-o-d c-r-i-p my n-gg-s
in the cemetery twice a week to see my n-gg-s
wishin’ i could trade places and be my n-gg-s

[chorus]
this is my confession, you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

[verse 3]
wanted to f-ck brandy just as i start f-ckin’ with q richardson
word to my jumpshot i was sportin’ that new clippers sh-t
picture this, i was a gang-banger
now i’m rappin’ with lloyd banks, young buck and 50 cent
think about it, would these hatin’ -ss n-gg-s
be b-tchin’ if they knew how to load a glock and hit a fence
f-ck no i’m from cedar block, n-gg- f-ck y’all
that michael red milwaukee buck dog
y’all never wanted to be an all star
hatin’ on him cause of the red lace and all star’s
that sh-t foul when i’m far from ray allen
stay wildin’, the only young gun with jake talents
i swear to god i can’t wait for september
to dismember these n-gg-s was h-ttin’ at jigga’s
f-ck you scared of, of ’cause you hear buzz
or ’cause he’s from compton the reason you feel blood
i’ve been cryin’ so long when i’m sad my tears blood
blood tears ’cause we lost the last 10 years
i came to get it back, load the clip with dre tracks
the only thing that could stop me is if you bring jay back

[chorus]
this is my confession, you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

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