Artist: The Game
Album:  The Documentary 2.5
Song:   Life
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: King Justice]
My daddy ain't going nowhere
Never!

[The Game]
Whether we dribble out this muh'fucker
Wrap, rock or riddle out this muh'fucker
We gon' get up out this muh'fucker
Same way that Venus did, Serena did
We them kids, Whitney was talkin 'bout
That's how it was before my brother caught them slugs
and I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box, what niggaz talkin 'bout?
Couldn't paulbearer cause I was too weak to walk him out
And that's real shit
I'm dedicated like 'Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith
I'm already turnt up, chronic still burnt up
Fuck outta here, with all that lean and poppin pills shit
Jump in my Impala get it hoppin with a killswitch
I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip
I done been to Africa, seen niggaz in Attica
Cops killin our youth, these numbers ain't addin up
Like that white boy sittin in a prison cell
Killed nine people in a church, how he livin still?
I couldn't understand
I spent hours with Farrakhan just beggin him to let me be the Millionth Man
But some of these niggaz just make you wanna kill a man
And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan
Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt
Listen, you ain't a Christian cause you go to church
Listen, you ain't a gangsta cause you got the work
A real gangsta's one who take care of his whole family
Like me, even though my baby mama can't stand me
Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it's branded
And my fuckin kids' tighter than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I give it to you so you understand
Fuckin bitches took my family

+Bye Baby+, rock-a-bye baby
No tears or sobs baby, been listenin to Nas lately
And I can't lie baby, been missin them thighs baby
But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton baby
It's more to life than trippin on lies baby
Put feelings aside baby, you Nicki Minaj baby
One day we all die baby
So I'd rather go hard, keep Cali alive baby
Yeah, keep Cali alive baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my baby
And don't nobody father kids like me
Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same nigga on my California ID
Yeah, Compton nigga
Blame Dre, it's his fault that I'm a monster nigga
I was sellin crack in Westside Bompton nigga
Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors nigga
I was light skin and young, Klay Thompson nigga
15, had guns like Contra nigga
Now they call me bipolar, big contradiction
This "The Documentary 2" without Doc's prescription
Motherfucker {*echoes*}