The Game - All I Know lyrics

[Hook – Luu Breeze] All I know is this pain in this life And this struggle it troubles me so All I know is that I'm stuck on this road Of success so I got to get mine All I know is this pain in this life And this struggle it troubles me so All I know All I know [Verse 1] Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta I do, hachoo, excuse you, that n***a look like me He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game I don't do what you n***as do, that's lame I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Bird Gang I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne A walkin' motherf**in' flame Livin' up to my brothers name Rockin' that red sh**, wasn't f**in' with them other gangs Most other gang's, they wasn't f**in' with me Ain't your average motherf**er, I'm a motherf**in' G I got some sh** on my chest that I want to get off I got some sh** for that vest that will knock that bullsh** off Money like Madoff, k** em like Adolf, Roy Halladay I'll let a f**in' K off, and I don't take a f**ing day off… [Hook] [Verse 2] Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to Philadelphia P hats Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that Dumb a** n***as like game, Where the keys at? Automatic start, n***a where the trees at? Red boned b**h like Alisha, where the keys at? Freeze that, like a f**ing picture If you ain't a blood I ain't f**ing with ya na im just f**ing with ya Stay on my hood sh**, hop in the bucket with ya Throw the ski masks on and get to straight f**ing with ya Ain't that some sh**, that ba*tards sick You wana know how I'm livin' n***a ask your b**h Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty b**h I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why? Coz I had to go past them lips, Trick You probably paid for those a** and tits for… [Hook] [Verse 3] f** with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot Can't go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac Love Fab, love Kiss that's where the love stops Coz I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks Birthed me in the drug spot, n***a with a attitude Searching me and it's f** cops, n***a pay your gratitude Before you say I'm acting rude Understand I'm tryna feed my people Hati just like Compton the way I'm packing food But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head Motherf**er I will Green Bay Packer you Have a whole football team of n***as after you Like the punt return, when will you f**ing learn Now take your a** back to school Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you And f** with your conscience like back packers do And I ain't Talib, Black Thought or Mos Def But I've seen the most d**hs And n***a I'm just telling you