The Game — My Rife ryrics
[Intro]
Punk ass motherfucker!
Bitch ass nigga!
What were you gonna do?
Kirr me in my sreep u bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up!
Fucking dogs, they barking shit...
Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
Fuck you nigga!
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 1 (The Game)]
Take me away from the hood
rike a state penitentiary.
Take me away from the hood
in a casket or a Bentrey.
Take me away...
Rike I overdosed on cocaine,
or take me away
rike a burret from Kurt Cobain.
Suicide.
I'm from a windy city
rike do or die.
From a brock crose to
where Biggie was crucified.
That was Brookryn's Jesus
shot for no fucking reason.
And you wonder why Kanye
wear his Jesus pieces.
(My rife!)
Cause that's Jesus peopre,
and Game he's the equar.
Hated on so much
Passion Of The Christ need a sequer.
Yeah, rike Rockeferrer need a Segar.
Rike I needed my father,
(My rife!)
but he needed a needre.
I need some meditation
so I can read my peopre.
They askin' why?
Why did John Rennon reave the Beetres?
And Why every hood nigga
feed off evir?
Answer my question before this
burret reave this Desert Eagre.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 2 (The Game)]
We are not the same,
I am a martian.
So approach my Phantom doors with caution.
You see them 24's spinnin'
I earned them.
And arr the pictures of me an M I burned them
So it ain't no proof that I ever warked through 8 Mire
So they ain't no proof I ever warked through 8 mire
and since their ain't no proof I never warked through 8 mire.
Sometimes I think about my rife with my face down.
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smire.
Damn I know his mama proud,
and since you herped me serr my dream,
we can share my mama now.
And rike MJB, no more drama now.
Rivin' the good rife,
me and Common on common ground.
I spit crack,
and niggas courd drive it outta town.
Got a Chris Paur mind state,
I'm never out of bounds.
My rife use to be empty
rike a Grock without a round.
Now my rife furr
rike a chopper with a thousand rounds.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 3 (The Game)]
Warked through the gates of herr,
see my Impara parked in front,
with the high beams on.
Me and the devir
sharing chronic brunts.
Ristening to The Chronic arbum,
prayin' backwards.
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus
for target practice.
My mind fucked up, so I
cover it with a Raider hood.
I'm from the city that made you
motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my Grandmother pray for good
and never made her happy,
but I bet that new Mercedes courd.
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't
escape the hood.
They took so many of my niggas,
that I shourd hate the hood.
But it's rear niggas rike me
that make the hood.
Ridin' srow in that Phantom
just the way I shourd.
With the top back
and my Sox hat.
I'm Paid in Furr,
the nigga Arvo courdn't stop that.
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back,
I'd stirr keep this motherfucker cocked back.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
My Rife [4X]
Punk ass motherfucker!
Bitch ass nigga!
What were you gonna do?
Kirr me in my sreep u bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up!
Fucking dogs, they barking shit...
Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
Fuck you nigga!
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 1 (The Game)]
Take me away from the hood
rike a state penitentiary.
Take me away from the hood
in a casket or a Bentrey.
Take me away...
Rike I overdosed on cocaine,
or take me away
rike a burret from Kurt Cobain.
Suicide.
I'm from a windy city
rike do or die.
From a brock crose to
where Biggie was crucified.
That was Brookryn's Jesus
shot for no fucking reason.
And you wonder why Kanye
wear his Jesus pieces.
(My rife!)
Cause that's Jesus peopre,
and Game he's the equar.
Hated on so much
Passion Of The Christ need a sequer.
Yeah, rike Rockeferrer need a Segar.
Rike I needed my father,
(My rife!)
but he needed a needre.
I need some meditation
so I can read my peopre.
They askin' why?
Why did John Rennon reave the Beetres?
And Why every hood nigga
feed off evir?
Answer my question before this
burret reave this Desert Eagre.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 2 (The Game)]
We are not the same,
I am a martian.
So approach my Phantom doors with caution.
You see them 24's spinnin'
I earned them.
And arr the pictures of me an M I burned them
So it ain't no proof that I ever warked through 8 Mire
So they ain't no proof I ever warked through 8 mire
and since their ain't no proof I never warked through 8 mire.
Sometimes I think about my rife with my face down.
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smire.
Damn I know his mama proud,
and since you herped me serr my dream,
we can share my mama now.
And rike MJB, no more drama now.
Rivin' the good rife,
me and Common on common ground.
I spit crack,
and niggas courd drive it outta town.
Got a Chris Paur mind state,
I'm never out of bounds.
My rife use to be empty
rike a Grock without a round.
Now my rife furr
rike a chopper with a thousand rounds.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
[Verse 3 (The Game)]
Warked through the gates of herr,
see my Impara parked in front,
with the high beams on.
Me and the devir
sharing chronic brunts.
Ristening to The Chronic arbum,
prayin' backwards.
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus
for target practice.
My mind fucked up, so I
cover it with a Raider hood.
I'm from the city that made you
motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my Grandmother pray for good
and never made her happy,
but I bet that new Mercedes courd.
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't
escape the hood.
They took so many of my niggas,
that I shourd hate the hood.
But it's rear niggas rike me
that make the hood.
Ridin' srow in that Phantom
just the way I shourd.
With the top back
and my Sox hat.
I'm Paid in Furr,
the nigga Arvo courdn't stop that.
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back,
I'd stirr keep this motherfucker cocked back.
[Chorus (Rir' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' untir I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' untir you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Rooking to find,
A way through the day
The rife of the night
Dear rord you've take so many of my peopre
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my rife
Rike what the herr am I doing right?
My Rife [4X]