The Game, Faith Evans - Don't Need Your Love lyrics

Yo Havoc
I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga
I ain't gon' jump though
I'mma keep it raw gutter yo Prodigy
You know I need you on this one nigga

I got shit on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga
That shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood
With rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs
With the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life
Forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik
Now that Mausberg gone so I don't hop in the
SS without the Mossberg homes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half
My life is real put the gun in his mouth
He gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice
Before the deal - I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed
Still ain't found them niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga on
The other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta teach my son

I don't need your love, no no no no
I don't need your love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love
No I don't need your love
I don't need your love
'Cause, the, game, don't, change

I heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now
I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick
French name new car, new house
And sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love
When you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is sim-u lar to Biggie's
And your life story is sim-u lar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you
Then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take
For a gangsta to win?
No mics, no Unsigned Hype
Nigga fuck The Source
Plus them awards I don't need
And them niggas breathing the same air as me
Acting like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed
This a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale
This a continental suite
So I'mma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow
Nigga 'cause reality is

I don't need your love, no no no no
I don't need your love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love
No I don't need your love
I don't need your love
'Cause, the, game, don't, change

I was gassed up, Murder Inc
Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob
And Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game's set in stone
The Franck Muller's set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm gone
Tryin' to be the king of the streets
Niggas'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed
Two coasts to please
So I roam through the city
Like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where
It's 'sposed to be
Nuthin' between all my niggas
That's close to me
In the streets with two fellas
Packin' toast for me i'm 'posed to be
Got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my block in the Coupe
Readin' kites from prison
I got niggas doing life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of
The reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons
That went out in the war

I don't need your love, no no no no
I don't need your love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it
I don't need your love
No I don't need your love
I don't need your love
'Cause, the, game, don't, change