Yo Havoc  I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga
I ain't gon' jump though  I'mma keep it raw gutter

Yo Prodigy  you know I need you on this one nigga
I got shit on my chest  I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects

Now I'm back in the hood  with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life  forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone

So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half  my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth  he gon' bite the steel
Come to Compton  I got stripes for real
Before Dre  before the ice  before the deal - I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed  still ain't found them niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta teach my son
I don't need your love  no no no no
I don't need your love
Need it  I don't want it  I don't need it
I don't need your love  no I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause  the  game  don't  change

I heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now  I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game  new chick  French name
New car  new house  and sometimes friends change
And you don't need that love  when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's
And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's
First they hate you  then they love you  then they hate you again
What the f**k do it take for a gangsta to win
No mics  no Unsigned Hype  nigga f**k The Source
Plus them awards I don't need
And them niggas breathing the same air as me  acting like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed  this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale  this a continental suite
So I'mma drown in my own sorrows

Live life  f**k tomorrow  nigga cause reality is
I don't need your love  no no no no
I don't need your love

I don't want it  I don't need it

I don't need your love I don't need your love
Cause  the  game  don't  change

I was gassed up  Murder Inc   Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now The Game's set in stone  the Franck Muller's set in stones
Dre cut me a check  I'm gone
Tryin to be the king of the streets  niggas'll wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed  two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be
Nothing between all my niggas that's close to me

In the streets with two fellas packing toast for me
I'm 'posed to be  got all the critics watching my pivot
On my block in the Coupe reading kites from prison
I got niggas doing life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms  Wallace  Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war
I don't need your love  no no no no
I don't need your love

I don't want it  I don't need it

I don't need your love  yes I don't need your love
I don't need your love
Cause  the  game  don't  change

I don't need your love

I don't need your love

I don't need your love

Cause  the  game  don't  change