[00:07.20]Yo Havoc I'm too close to the edge on this one *****
[00:10.80]I ain't gon' jump though I'mma keep it raw gutter
[00:13.32]
[00:14.08]Yo Prodigy you know I need you on this one *****
[00:17.04]I got **** on my chest I must confess
[00:19.67]Last night I was the ***** that shot up your projects
[00:22.07]
[00:22.68]Now I'm back in the hood with rocks in the Pyrex
[00:25.46]Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
[00:28.36]I was forced to live this life forced to bust my chrome
[00:31.66]My pops left me in a foster home
[00:33.76]I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
[00:35.78]
[00:36.41]So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes
[00:39.86]I've been rappin' for a year and a half my life is real
[00:42.23]Put the gun in his mouth he gon' bite the steel
[00:45.30]Come to Compton I got stripes for real
[00:46.94]Before Dre before the ice before the deal - I was almost killed
[00:50.44]Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
[00:52.90]I got shot over two pounds of **** still ain't found them ******
[00:56.04]But karma come quicker for a ***** on the other side of the gun
[00:59.99]That's somethin I gotta teach my son
[01:01.62]I don't need your love no no no no
[01:06.26]I don't need your love
[01:08.28]Need it I don't want it I don't need it
[01:12.37]I don't need your love no I don't need your love
[01:17.17]I don't need your love
[01:18.77]Cause the game don't change
[01:22.39]
[01:23.87]I heard they got Bloods in New York now
[01:26.23]Red rags in Uptown Harlem now I need that love
[01:30.00]Front court at the Knicks game new chick French name
[01:32.70]New car new house and sometimes friends change
[01:35.59]And you don't need that love when you G's like us
[01:39.08]And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's
[01:40.93]And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's
[01:42.89]First they hate you then they love you then they hate you again
[01:46.74]What the **** do it take for a gangsta to win
[01:49.26]No mics no Unsigned Hype ***** **** The Source
[01:51.73]Plus them awards I don't need
[01:54.58]And them ****** breathing the same air as me acting like they don't bleed
[01:57.33]We don't drive the same speed this a Continental T
[02:00.54]That's a case of Armadale this a continental suite
[02:02.73]So I'mma drown in my own sorrows
[02:04.92]
[02:05.64]Live life **** tomorrow ***** cause reality is
[02:08.79]I don't need your love no no no no
[02:13.33]I don't need your love
[02:15.32]
[02:16.40]I don't want it I don't need it
[02:19.03]
[02:19.55]I don't need your love I don't need your love
[02:26.79]Cause the game don't change
[02:29.96]
[02:31.87]I was gassed up Murder Inc Roc-A-Fella passed up
[02:34.26]Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
[02:37.60]Now The Game's set in stone the Franck Muller's set in stones
[02:40.70]Dre cut me a check I'm gone
[02:43.20]Tryin to be the king of the streets ******'ll wet your throne
[02:45.40]But I got nieces to feed two coasts to please
[02:48.07]So I roam through the city like the ghost of E
[02:51.26]Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be
[02:54.00]Nothing between all my ****** that's close to me
[02:56.03]
[02:57.15]In the streets with two fellas packing toast for me
[02:59.57]I'm 'posed to be got all the critics watching my pivot
[03:02.69]On my block in the Coupe reading kites from prison
[03:05.90]I got ****** doing life in prison
[03:07.60]All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
[03:10.24]So this song is for Ms Wallace Afeni Shakur
[03:12.88]And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war
[03:16.70]I don't need your love no no no no
[03:20.66]I don't need your love
[03:23.14]
[03:24.00]I don't want it I don't need it
[03:26.68]
[03:27.21]I don't need your love yes I don't need your love
[03:31.97]I don't need your love
[03:34.52]Cause the game don't change
[03:37.24]
[03:38.10]I don't need your love
[03:41.05]
[03:43.21]I don't need your love
[03:44.92]
[03:49.72]I don't need your love
[03:53.47]
[03:57.06]Cause the game don't change

Yo Havoc I'm too close to the edge on this one *****
I ain't gon' jump though I'mma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy you know I need you on this one *****
I got **** on my chest I must confess
Last night I was the ***** 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 **** still ain't found them ******
But karma come quicker for a ***** 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 **** do it take for a gangsta to win
No mics no Unsigned Hype ***** **** The Source
Plus them awards I don't need
And them ****** 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 **** tomorrow ***** cause reality is
I don't need your love no no no no
I don't need your love
I don't want it I don't need it
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 ******'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
Nothing between all my ****** that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packing toast for me
I'm 'posed to be got all the critics watching my pivot
On my block in the Coupe reading kites from prison
I got ****** 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
I don't want it I don't need it
I don't need your love yes I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause the game don't change