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2016-12-28

  From Adam - Game&Lil Wayne

  Here we go again

  Ten years later

  You know what man? Uhm

  (I wanna know)

  Fuck it

  Ayo C

  Give me that Jamison and that pickle juice

  Thank you

  I got some shit on my mind

  (I wanna know)

  My little nigga Frog dead, dog

  They shot my little nigga in his head, dog

  You heard what the fuck I just said, dog?

  Walk inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog

  If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too

  Sometimes I don't even wanna be a Piru

  Then I think about it like, fuck everything blue

  Who killed my motherfuckin' brother?

  (I wanna know)

  Who killed G man too? The shit I seen men do

  If I told you, I'd have me floating in cement shoes

  See Compton ain't shit really

  And I've been at the bottom of the pits, feel me?

  I done had some real niggas try to kill me

  Fake niggas in my crew

  Crip niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru

  I done been shot, had a surgery or two

  Above the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the troops

  I can't lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat

  Cause I don't know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak

  Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets

  And who gon' take it from me?

  They think they know me

  But they do not know me

  Cause I do not know me

  Who killed my homie?

  I wanna know names

  Click-clack explain

  I can kill you but ain't nothing gon' change

  But I might do it anyway

  You gonna die any way

  I'm gonna die any way

  We can go any day

  It can be any day

  But for you

  Today is the day

  Today is the day

  I was playing Madden then I heard a knock

  Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot

  Sometimes I thank God that I got set up

  When you shot twice in the chest,

  it's kinda hard to keep your head up

  Suspect one: the homies never came to see me

  Suspect two: Red hid my gun behind the TV

  Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment

  Shit started cause we fought and he couldn't see me

  There's usually ten niggas in our dope spot

  Cold ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing Stop

  I usually play Xbox with the gun cocked

  I'm cool with taking mine,

  but I took other niggas' gunshots

  Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not

  Hole in my chest bout the size of a Kumquat

  I know who shot me cause I shot them

  But who set me up? I ain't tripping but...

  (I wanna know)

  They think they know me

  But they do not know me

  Cause I do not know me

  Who killed my homie?

  I wanna know names

  Click-clack explain

  I can kill you but ain't nothing gonna change

  But I might do it anyway

  You gonna die any way

  I'm gonna die any way

  We can go any day

  It can be any day

  But for you

  Today is the day

  Today is the day

  Let me tell you how I met my nigga Whack

  Shit, he ain't always have a nigga back

  When I met him, he was standing behind Suge

  And everything is all good when you banging for your hood

  Compton

  That nigga Whack got my number and came through

  Now let me tell you the type of shit the Game do

  He walked in the booth where I was spitting

  Gave him ten thousand,

  zcouldn't even finish his fuckin' sentence

  I ain't owe him shit, but real recognize real

  Now we like two red-nosed Pits

  Cross him, you gotta cross me

  And don't forget about where my nigga AR be

  He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don't give a fuck

  Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the guts

  Blow, what's up? Which one of you dumb mothafuckas wanna try us?

  (I wanna know)

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