The Game - Can't Figure It Out lyrics

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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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