"My Confessions" lyrics
(feat. Lil Eazy)
[The Game:]
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangster
Look at me now
How the fuck would you feel? If you had to share every meal
Every night, with your foster brothers and sisters
I think about my mom and I missed her
Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her
I use to want to be Mr. T, or Murdock
Which one was it? Uh... then I heard shots
It must be coming from 133rd block
Where them West side Piru niggas birds pop
And the Crips ain't far away
You got Nutty Blocc, Grape Street, and the PJs
Where niggas 15 years old with beers like Freeway
And you can die over he say and she say
Like "Your cousin told my brother's baby momma"
That Game done started that drama
In the projects, yeah the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at
But I talked to him, he said it didn't happen
Nigga you play ball, I'll be the rapper
Give a fuck about these NBA ass niggas anyway
I ain't make it, I play ball, nigga I'm jealous nigga
You don't play for the Lakers anyway punk
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangster
Look at me now
[Lil' Eazy:]
Everybody wanna know about Eazy son
'Til I raise my white T and they seen the gun
Yeah, the second comin' of a nigga with a attitude
Outta Compton, a hunid miles, wild and runnin'
Kelly Park to the Rucker, they don't like me to fuck 'em
This shit in my blood, so I'ma die a hustler
Its nothing When we ride through your 'hood busting
That '64 Impala the same color as mustard
Eric Wright Jr. nigga the shoe fit
Never thought I'd be in New York fucking with Whoo Kidd
You niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint
Blue chucks on Greenleaf walkin' a blue pit
745 same blue tint
The diary of a mad man, here's my 2 cents
I stare at my pop's eyes when he was in his last days
How he go in for bronchitis, and die from AIDS?
Fuck that!
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangster
Look at me now
How the fuck would you feel? If you had to share every meal
Every night, with your foster brothers and sisters
I think about my mom and I missed her
Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her
I use to want to be Mr. T, or Murdock
Which one was it? Uh... then I heard shots
It must be coming from 133rd block
Where them West side Piru niggas birds pop
And the Crips ain't far away
You got Nutty Blocc, Grape Street, and the PJs
Where niggas 15 years old with beers like Freeway
And you can die over he say and she say
Like "Your cousin told my brother's baby momma"
That Game done started that drama
In the projects, yeah the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at
But I talked to him, he said it didn't happen
Nigga you play ball, I'll be the rapper
Give a fuck about these NBA ass niggas anyway
I ain't make it, I play ball, nigga I'm jealous nigga
You don't play for the Lakers anyway punk
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangster
Look at me now
[Lil' Eazy:]
Everybody wanna know about Eazy son
'Til I raise my white T and they seen the gun
Yeah, the second comin' of a nigga with a attitude
Outta Compton, a hunid miles, wild and runnin'
Kelly Park to the Rucker, they don't like me to fuck 'em
This shit in my blood, so I'ma die a hustler
Its nothing When we ride through your 'hood busting
That '64 Impala the same color as mustard
Eric Wright Jr. nigga the shoe fit
Never thought I'd be in New York fucking with Whoo Kidd
You niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint
Blue chucks on Greenleaf walkin' a blue pit
745 same blue tint
The diary of a mad man, here's my 2 cents
I stare at my pop's eyes when he was in his last days
How he go in for bronchitis, and die from AIDS?
Fuck that!
