I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono [Game: Verse 2] The living, the dead These Dre beats, my head My life, featuring Wayne That was Jayceon, this is Game
a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks Don't be a follower n-gga, be
it feel to be alone ? I was always thinking of game that I was playing Trying to make the best of my time. But only love can break your heart Try to be
mimic sayin' they spitin' that game From New York to new heights to new fights Of course I'm out it let's talk about it Yeah you ain't never been a nigga
Marquis All hoes let my record show All my bitches come back for more It must be the way I throw my thang It must be the way I spit my game Look 'em in
Style Bass! Ghetto Get up [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be
and the fame made us all change places How could it be - through the misery that came to pass The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for
look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away
babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we
speak But you know, with you and me it's on G We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me Where would I be without my dogs No wonder
the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz
a couple of friends sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp and if I die let it be but when they
still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy [Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block It never fails to be
heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care Run wild, but be smart Follow the rules of the game I know that sometimes it's confusin The rules of the game