Danny2nv's video: My Life Lyrics - The Game Ft Lil Wayne L A X NEW 2008

My Life Lyrics [Verse 1] Take me away from the hood like a state peninetery Take me away from the hood in the casket of Bentley Take me away like I overdose the cocaine Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die" From a block close to where Biggy was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no f**kin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces 'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed needle I need some meditation, so I can leave my people They askin' "Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed on evil? Answer my question for this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [Verse 2] We are not the same, I am a Marshian So approach my fam doors with caution You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em And all the pictures of me and Em - I burnt 'em So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile Sometimes I think about my life with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile Damn, I know his momma's proud And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now And like MJB, no more drama now Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit crack and niggaz could drive it outta town Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds My life used to be empty like a glock without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Verse 3] Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front The hot beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts Listenin' to the "Chronic" album, Playin Backwards Shootin at Pictures of Don omas for target practice My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton...) Made my grandmother pray for good And i never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood They took so many of my niggaz that I should hate the hood But it's real niggaz like me that made the hood Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should With the top back in my Sox hat I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back