"All I Know" lyrics
(feat. Luu Breeze)
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game
I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame
I Soo Woo with my crew from the Bird Gang
I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
A walkin' motherfuckin' flame
Livin' up to my brother's name
Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs
Amongst other things, they wasn't fuckin' with me
I ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
Got some shit for that vest that'll knock that bullshit off
Money like Madoff, kill 'em like Adolf
Roy Halladay, I'll let a fuckin' K off
And I don't take a fuckin' day off...
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat
Them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats
Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass niggas like "Game, where the keys at?"
Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
Red boned bitch like Alicia, where the keys at?
Freeze that, like a fuckin' picture
If you ain't a Blood, I ain't fuckin' with ya
Nah I'm just fuckin' with ya
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight buckin' with ya
Ain't that some shit, that bastard's sick
You wanna know how I'm livin' nigga, ask your bitch
Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty bitch
I came in her mouth, ask her lips, know why?
'Cause I had to go past them lips, Trick
You probably paid for those ass and tits for...
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Fuck with the Blood clot, smile for my mug shot
Can't go out like 'em but I love Big, I love Pac
Love Fab, love Kiss, that's where the love stops
'Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
Search me and it's
Fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
Before you say I'm actin' rude
Understand I'm tryna feed my people
Haiti just like Compton the way I'm packin' food
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
Motherfucker I will Green Bay Packer you
Have a whole football team of niggas after you
Like the punt return, when will you fuckin' learn?
Now take your ass back to school
Wait 'til 3-o-clock click clack at you
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
And I ain't Talib, Black Thought or Mos Def
But I've seen the most deaths
And nigga I'm just tellin' you
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game
I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame
I Soo Woo with my crew from the Bird Gang
I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
A walkin' motherfuckin' flame
Livin' up to my brother's name
Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs
Amongst other things, they wasn't fuckin' with me
I ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
Got some shit for that vest that'll knock that bullshit off
Money like Madoff, kill 'em like Adolf
Roy Halladay, I'll let a fuckin' K off
And I don't take a fuckin' day off...
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat
Them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats
Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass niggas like "Game, where the keys at?"
Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
Red boned bitch like Alicia, where the keys at?
Freeze that, like a fuckin' picture
If you ain't a Blood, I ain't fuckin' with ya
Nah I'm just fuckin' with ya
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight buckin' with ya
Ain't that some shit, that bastard's sick
You wanna know how I'm livin' nigga, ask your bitch
Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty bitch
I came in her mouth, ask her lips, know why?
'Cause I had to go past them lips, Trick
You probably paid for those ass and tits for...
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[The Game:]
Fuck with the Blood clot, smile for my mug shot
Can't go out like 'em but I love Big, I love Pac
Love Fab, love Kiss, that's where the love stops
'Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
Search me and it's
Fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
Before you say I'm actin' rude
Understand I'm tryna feed my people
Haiti just like Compton the way I'm packin' food
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
Motherfucker I will Green Bay Packer you
Have a whole football team of niggas after you
Like the punt return, when will you fuckin' learn?
Now take your ass back to school
Wait 'til 3-o-clock click clack at you
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
And I ain't Talib, Black Thought or Mos Def
But I've seen the most deaths
And nigga I'm just tellin' you
[Luu Breeze:]
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know
