Cant Figure It Out - The Game ft. Black Wall Street
Lord forgive me for killin outta control Got the spirit of big will pourin outta my soul Gangbangin or put a tag on your toes If you down for a drive by nigga we gottta role I know they hate me 'cause im out chasin dough But I'd rather be doin that Then dying behind these hoes Tell hunned I need sumtin to hold Bust a couple of shots in memory of my nigga foe You at home nigga I swear to god ima empty out this chrome shit and never left you alone I Solemnly swear even though you in heaven with mars berg there's still apart of you here and I Solemnly swear my nigga was the best at cookin yay Since we was yay high Im in love with that life Don't hate me 'cause that bastard that I am Is just the thug in me rite
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money I just can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money
You already know who it is And how I play the game Wat you think im suppose to change 'cause I fuk wit game Im addicted to these streets And this beat is automatic Don't speak if you don't wats static(?) Say we hit you nigga Gotta team of young niggas That come and get you nigga Grippin 2 2 3's until they flip you nigga 21 gunshots and new real thugs n killas Hey you know I clear the block for my nigga my nigga But ima make it happen for ya By any means neccessary Clear of galride til we berry(???) yea Rest in peace bim day(?) I serve the whole world to bring ya back U know what were my love is at Young playa real homie You got to feel homie And rite now my nigga to hot to chill homie You know that deal homie Jus keepin it real homie And ima ride 44 Until a nigga kill homie
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money I just can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money
As hard as it is for me Homie I got to spit my hearts hurtin Sumbody help me My niggas not here no more Billboard real ass nigga the worlds gonna miss you nigga You supposed to be here rite now Holdin a movie down But now I gotta mourn you now Thug, im really not stable Last we was watchin cable And I feel bout talkin bout rippin piece up(???) Wen you left I felt wierd as fuk Next mornin my nigga game look sick as fuk I new rite there Then he said foe is dead Why you couldnt take me insteadd Damn
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me
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Lord forgive me for killin outta control Got the spirit of big will pourin outta my soul Gangbangin or put a tag on your toes If you down for a drive by nigga we gottta role I know they hate me 'cause im out chasin dough But I'd rather be doin that Then dying behind these hoes Tell hunned I need sumtin to hold Bust a couple of shots in memory of my nigga foe You at home nigga I swear to god ima empty out this chrome shit and never left you alone I Solemnly swear even though you in heaven with mars berg there's still apart of you here and I Solemnly swear my nigga was the best at cookin yay Since we was yay high Im in love with that life Don't hate me 'cause that bastard that I am Is just the thug in me rite
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money I just can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money
You already know who it is And how I play the game Wat you think im suppose to change 'cause I fuk wit game Im addicted to these streets And this beat is automatic Don't speak if you don't wats static(?) Say we hit you nigga Gotta team of young niggas That come and get you nigga Grippin 2 2 3's until they flip you nigga 21 gunshots and new real thugs n killas Hey you know I clear the block for my nigga my nigga But ima make it happen for ya By any means neccessary Clear of galride til we berry(???) yea Rest in peace bim day(?) I serve the whole world to bring ya back U know what were my love is at Young playa real homie You got to feel homie And rite now my nigga to hot to chill homie You know that deal homie Jus keepin it real homie And ima ride 44 Until a nigga kill homie
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money I just can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money
As hard as it is for me Homie I got to spit my hearts hurtin Sumbody help me My niggas not here no more Billboard real ass nigga the worlds gonna miss you nigga You supposed to be here rite now Holdin a movie down But now I gotta mourn you now Thug, im really not stable Last we was watchin cable And I feel bout talkin bout rippin piece up(???) Wen you left I felt wierd as fuk Next mornin my nigga game look sick as fuk I new rite there Then he said foe is dead Why you couldnt take me insteadd Damn
[Chorus] Lord I can't figure it out Why you took my nigga from me
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