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Channel: Music
Uploaded: July 25, 2008 at 2:56 am
Author: NASistheMAN
Length: 05:26
Rating: 3.90
Views: 3113
New Track from the Game going on L.A.X(dope)Cool and Dre produced this track enjoy[Verse 1]Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiaryTake me away from the hood in the casket or a BentleyTake me away like I overdose from cocaineTake me away like a bullet from Kurt CobaineSuicide, I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"From a block close to where Biggie was crucifiedThat was Brooklyn's jesus shot for no ******' reasonAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equalHated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequelYeah, like Roc-a-fella needed SigelLike I needed my father, but he needed a needleI need some meditation, so I can leave my peopleThey askin' "Why?" Why John Lennon leave The Beatles?And why every hood ***** feed of evil?Answer my question for this bullet leave this Desert Eagle[Verse 2]We are not the same, I am a MartianSo approach my phantom doors with cautionYou see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'emAnd all the pictures of me and Em - I burnt 'emSo there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 MileAnd since there ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 MileSometimes I think about my life with my face downThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smileDamn, I know his moma's proudAnd since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma nowAnd like MJB, no more drama nowLivin' the good life, me and Common on common groundI spit crack and ****** could drive it outta townGotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta boundsMy life used to be empty like a glock without a roundNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds[Verse 3]Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in frontWith the hot beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic bluntsListenin' to the "Chronic" album, playing backwardsshootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practiceMy mind ****** up, so I covered it with a raider hoodI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of SugeMade my grandmother pray for goodAnd never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes couldAin't no bars, but ****** can't escape the hoodThey took so many of my ****** that I should hate the hoodBut it's real ****** like me that make the hoodRidin' slow with that Phantom just the way I shouldWith the top back in my Sox hatIm paid in full, the ***** alpo(?) coudnt stop thatEven if they brought the ***** 'Pac backI'd still keep this ************ ****** back