Artist: The Game f/ Kendrick Lamar, Tank Album: Jesus Piece Song: See No Evil Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Game] I don't read the XXL Tote a .45, the church think I'm destined for hell, oh well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus piece It's bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets - born in Blood nigga In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Momma ain't show, grandma almost pulled the plug nigga Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggaz Five shots to the head cause I'm a Blood nigga Nuttin brewin but Soo-Woo'in where the fuck I'm from You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin down Green Leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cookin that real beef Momma's mournin they sons, I'm talkin real grief Real funerals of them lost juveniles Tryin to be generals, be missin your dinner now, huh? Say it's a blessin when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets, capishe? I'm sayin, stop playin, wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a casket what he pray in Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothin 'bout her baby, you crazy [Chorus: Tank] Said she see no evil She know there's nothin at all You wanna see tomorrow You promise not to talk Say we on our way now I'ma see you again And when they ask you questions You just answer, what happened then? What happened then? [Kendrick Lamar] I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in the fire of broken bones And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a Jag A cut for my dogs, with a roof full of glass But still I be feelin like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper blast But fuck that, I'm not worried mm, even when discouraged mm Skirt off makin them hurt off, should've hurt them in a hurry mm Dirt off all of my fingers, dirt him, all of 'em gone is buried mm Shirt off when precedure, resuscitation came early I need you to keep quiet as a mouse Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talkin 'bout I'm hearin the sonics of gunfire, the whispers, the silent cries Even though we know it's eye for an eye [Chorus] [Tank] I was born a soldier Ride or die for mine Tied two tears and a lawyer Tried to give me love Heaven can you heal me? I know that Hell can So Heaven can you heal me? I'm only just a man, ohhhhh [Game] You wanna go to Compton? Nigga I'll take you there! Hub City bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code, a nigga's callin from the pen Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within And then, your momma never see you again Casket to never wake up, plastered in MAC make-up, huh? Niggaz can't hear you talkin from the sky And only 5 year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie Karma catches up to all you head honchos Two dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco Shit get real though inside the Fox Hills though Nigga livin that fast life and get killed slow Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets My grandmother's prayers saved you niggaz, I never wanted peace Los Angeles, I'm the motherfuckin king here No First 48 cause muh'fuckers don't sing here Huh? [Chorus]