The Game - 25 To Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] I was sentenced to a 5 album deal in '02 Spent the next couple years trying to figure out who was who Met this New York n***a they called him Boo Boo So we chopped it on the yard and he put me down with his crew We was the hardest n***as in the penitentiary Got a little bigger since Jimmy Iovine sentenced me Sat back in my cell and wrote The Documentary I ain't make no friends in jail, just enemies A lot of bad memories, f**ed up tendencies Even bumped heads with this Young Buck from Tennessee Say he got connects in Nashville got them 10 a key sh**, we finna see, n***a knew I been a G Never needed The Unit, that's how them n***as remembered me Yo c.o. coming I'm a holla in a minute B n***as on the yard tripping, I ain't got the energy Had a couple jail fights them n***as couldn't finish me [Hook: Game] 25 to life No f**ing corona Just animals in this b**h and I ain't trusting a soul So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it 25 to life Got me feeling like I'm stuck Only reason I survived because I don't give a f** Nothing but bad luck And I ain't never cried a tear Never going home, n***a f** around and die here [Verse 2: Game] I'm getting sick and tired of these newcomers I've been locked up for more than a few summers Still gotta do numbers, still gotta do numbers Looking at pictures of Keri Hilson on the wall, dick hard as a cucumber Relax my mind, hit the yard and shoot a few jumpers Really wanna shoot something, who the f** wanna do something This [?] named [?] Told me I was the hardest n***a to ever hit the yard since Pac was on d**h Row I'm about to go f** with my n***as on D block Cause he know what to do when these n***as be taking cheap shots Ask a n***a how long he got, he said about 9 Then we start having conversations about Shyne Homie just got out, sh** it's about time We click cause he about his and n***a I'm about mine So not near a n***a here can talk about Shyne and Lil Wayne neither Get your p**y a** outlined [Hook: Game] [Verse 3: Game] n***as ain't stopping me Especially with me and my n***a [?] state property I could feel it in the air n***as up in here is scared n***as up in here is queers n***as up in here is dead I think you a c.o I think you a fed Snitches get stitches that's the type of sh** we do in here Who the f** is you in here You f**ing with a k**er Better have a lion heart f**ing with a dealer Reputations get ruined here play the game to win Guns, I pack 10, the UCLA Bruin here None of you fresh fish n***as couldn't do a year Let alone a life sentence I know R&B n***as harder than ya'll n***a Lyfe Jennings Lloyd tried to rob my bank and got his f**ing life ended Now that I think about it dog, I'm starting to like prison Next n***as get out of line I stick my knife in them [Hook: Game]