Can't Figure It Out - The Game ft. Black Wall Street
Lord forgive me for k**in 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 n***a we gottta role
I know they hate me 'cause im out chasin dough
But id 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 n***a foe
You at home n***a
I swear to god ima empty out this chrome sh** and never left you alone I
Solemnly swear even though you in heaven with mars berg theres still apart of you here and I
Solemnly swear my n***a was the best at cookin yay
Since we was yay high
Im in love with that life
Dont hate me 'cause that ba*tard that I am
Is just the thug in me rite
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Lord I can't figure it out
Why you took my n***a 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 n***a 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
Dont speak if you dont wats static(?)
Say we hit you n***a
Gotta team of young n***as
That come and get you n***a
Grippin 2 2 3's until they flip you n***a
21 gunshots and new real thugs n k**as
Hey you know I clear the block for my n***a my n***a
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 n***a to hot to chill homie
You know that deal homie
Jus keepin it real homie
And ima ride 44
Until a n***a k** homie
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Lord I can't figure it out
Why you took my n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as not here no more
Billboard real a** n***a the worlds gonna miss you n***a
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 n***a game look sick as fuk
I new rite there
Then he said foe is dead
Why you couldn't take me insteadd
Damn
(Chorus)
Lord I can't figure it out
Why you took my n***a from me