[Intro : Game & (Busta Rhymes)] (Day after day, feel like I...) Yo Bus, I think I got it...the answer to all my problems (f** you talkin' about n***a? Wha-whats that?) Belvedere...and Banana Snapple (hiccup) (Look, get your f**in' a** up n***a, you over here trippin' on yourself n***a You get in the f**in' car man, we gotta bounce n***a) I'm a man...and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man. I got a son... (What the f** you talkin' about n***a? Come on n***a, lets take yo' a** to the crib n***a, you tired n***a And put the drink down n***a. We gotta go n***a!) One more shot... [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day With your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la [Verse 1: Game] Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you But I'm a man, and sometimes a man, do what he gotta do Remember, I'm from Compton too I saw you and Eazy in 'em, so I started wearin' khaki suits I was 12 smokin' chronic, in '92 I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you I made a choice, now its be Crip or be Piru Whatever I was, I was bangin' 'Gin & Juice' Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop Now I gotta keep it gangsta, cause its in my roots So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you I tried to think of what the f**, Eminem might do If every n***a hated him, for the 'Black b**h' track And n***as stopped bumpin' Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped When Doc say its a wrap (its a wrap) Its still Aftermath, and ain't nothing after that [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day With your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la [Verse 2: Game] I never said 'Thank You', and I took for granted You let me in your house, and made me a part of your family Now I'm eatin' with you, Eve, and Busta Rhymes I wasn't starstruck, I was just glad to be signed And even though sometimes I run loose You still my homeboy Doc, I'd take a bullet for you I'm not askin' you to take my side in the beef But you told me it was okay to say "f** The Police" Now its my turn to carry the torch And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The Source Remember when we got drunk, to do 'Start From Scratch'? I told you.. you was like a father to me I meant that Sittin' here lookin' at my platinum plaques Thinkin' what the f** am I without a Doctor Dre track When Doc say its a wrap (its a wrap) Its still Aftermath, and ain't nothing after that [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day With your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See when the world is on your shoulder and the stress grows bigger The fire in 'em, made it difficult to talk to the n***a Most of the time I let 'em know.. I dont agree with what he do But he a hardhead Dre, thats why I'm talkin' to you See, when I first met my n***a, son was layin' in the cut Type reserve, homie was quite and kept his mouth shut Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f** As time went on, now he was workin' with the finest I saw the pressure started to build, so I gave 'em additional guidance You gave him something that can make or break a n***a, you should face it So big, I don't even think he was ready to embrace it With the potential to be a strong n***a with conviction The only problem was our little n***a wouldn't listen But when Doc say its a wrap (its a wrap) Its still Aftermath And ain't nothing after that [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] I didn't mean to walk away But I hear every word they say I guess my mind just drew a blank, like la-la-la Now I'm sitting in this god damned cage Reminiscing about my day With your blood all over my slate as the devil sings la-la-la [Outro : Game & (Busta Rhymes)] (Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, n***a!) I'm up man, I'm up... (We at your crib, n***aa, get the f** out the car n***a, get up, man!) This ain't my house... my house is.... is green... (The f** you talk- look, come on, n***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door n***a!) I got love for you, Bus', you my n***a... (Nig get in the f**ing bed n***a, go to sleep n***a, you tired n***a And don't f**ing drink like that no more, man You f**ing look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**er...) Just goin to the studio... (Go to sleep, n***a...)