The Game - My Confessions lyrics

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The Game - My Confessions lyrics

[Game] This is my confession You can take time to listen Or turn your back on me But this is my confession The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta Look at me now [Game] How the f** would you feel? If you had to share every meal Everynight, with your foster brothers and sisters I think about my mom and I missed her Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her I use to want to be Mr. T or Murdock Which one was it? Uhh... Then I heard shots It must be coming from 133rd block Where them westside piru n***as, burst pop And the crips ain't far away You got nutty block, great street, and the P. J's Where n***as 15 years old with beards like freeway And you can die over he say and she say Like "your cousin told my brothers baby momma" That game done started that drama In the projects Yea the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at But I talked to him, he said it didn't happen n***a you play ball, I'll be the rapper [Game] This is my confession You can take time to listen Or turn your back on me But this is my confession The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta Look at me now [Lil Eazy-E] Everybody wanna know about Eazy son Til I raise my white tee and they seen the gun Yea, the second coming of a n***a with an attitude, out of compton 100 miles, miles and running Kelly Park to the Rucker, they don't like me to f** em This sh** in my blood, so I'ma die a hustla Its nothing When we ride threw your hood busting That '64 impala the same color as mustard Eric Wright Jr. n***a the shoe fit Never thought id be in New York f**ing with Whoo Kidd You n***as is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint Blue chucks on green, make walking a blue pit 745 same blue tint The diary of a mad man, heres my 2 cents I stare at my pops eye when he was in his last days How he goin from bronchitis, and die from aids? f** that! [Game] Damn!