The Game — All I Know

[Chorus: 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 [Verse 1: 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 Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off I 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… [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: 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, you know why? 'Cause I had to go past them lips, Trick You probably paid for those ass and tits for… [Chorus: 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 [Verse 3: 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 Searchin' me and it's Fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude Before you say I'm actin' rude Understand I'm tryna feed my people Hati 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 [Outro: Luu Breeze] All I know All I know All I know All I know All I know