The Game Ft. Lil Wayne – From Adam Lyrics

(Intro – Game)
Here we go again
Ten years later
You know what man? Uhm
I wanna know
F**k it
Ayo C
Give me that Jamison and that pickle juice
Thank you
I got some s**t on my mind
I wanna know

(Verse 1 – Game)
My little ni**a Frog dead, dog
They shot my little ni**a in his head, dog
You heard what the f**k I just said, dog?
Walk inside my closet like f**k everything red, dog
If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I don’t even wanna be a Piru
Then I think about it like, f**k everything blue
Who killed my motherf**king brother?
I wanna know
Who killed G man too? The sh*t I seen men do
If I told you, I’d have me floating in cement shoes
See Compton ain’t s**t really
And I’ve been at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
I done had some real ni**as try to kill me
Fake ni**as in my crew
Crip ni**as more loyal than a few of my Piru
I done been shot, had a surgery or two
Above the rim like Pac, I’m like birdie at the troops
I can’t lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat
Cause I don’t know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, ni**a them my cross streets
And who gon take it from me?

(Chorus – Lil Wayne)
They think they know me
But they do not know me
Cause I do not know me
Who killed my homie?
I wanna know names
Click,clack explain
I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon change
But I might do it anyway
You gonna die any way
I’m gonna die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
Today is the day
Today is the day

(Verse 2 – Game)
I was playing Madden then I heard a knock
Everybody know I got shot but this for ni**as that forgot
Sometimes I thank God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it’s kinda hard to keep your head up
Suspect one, the homies never came to see me
Suspect two, Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three, I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
Sh*t started cause we fought and he couldn’t see me
There’s usually ten ni**as in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I’m like a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually play Xbox with the gun c**ked
I’m cool with taking mine, but I took other ni**as gunshots
Chest wide open, I’m tryna fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest bout the size of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain’t tripping but
I wanna know

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Game)
Let me tell you how I met my ni**a Wack
S**t, he ain’t always have a ni**a back
When I met him, he was standing behind Suge
And everything is all good when you banging for your hood
That ni**a Wack got my number and came through
Now let me tell you the type of sh*t the Game do
He walked in the booth where I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn’t even finish his f**king sentence
I ain’t owe him s**t, but real recognize real
Now we like two red-nosed Pits
Cross him, you gotta cross me
And don’t forget about where my ni**a AR be
He be in the cut, that ni**as nuts, don’t give a f**k
Love his ni**a Game to death, and he mean it from the guts
Blood, what’s up? Which one of you dumb mothaf**kas wanna try us?
I wanna know