The Game — Confessions

[Intro] Turn me up in the headphones a little I want everybody to hear that shit [Chorus] 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 gangsta Look at me now [Verse 1] 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? Uhh. 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 [Interlude] (..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) [Chorus] 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 gangsta Look at me now [Verse 2] Sittin' inside 40/40 talkin' to JAY Two and a half hours watchin' the Lakers and the Nicks play He told me the same thing I heard Fif' say Spit your heart out long as the shit pay I was bangin' where the Bloods and the Crips stay Dre found me and let me eat off his plate I got full then I came back to feed my niggas You no longer gotta bleed my niggas Kill each other over jealousy and greed my niggas God made it rain now water your seed my niggas It's Black Wall Street you and me my niggas Long as it's tatted on your skin you gon' be my niggas Any drama you'll see my niggas b-l-double-o-d c-r-i-p my niggas In the cemetery twice a week to see my niggas Wishin' I could trade places and be my niggas [Chorus] 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 gangsta Look at me now [Verse 3] Wanted to fuck Brandy just as I start fuckin' with Q. Richardson Word to my jumpshot I was sportin' that new Clippers shit Picture this, I was a gangbanger Now I'm rappin' with Lloyd Banks, Young Buck and 50 Cent Think about it, would these hatin' ass niggas Be bitchin' if they knew how to load a Glock and hit a fence Fuck no I'm from Cedar Block, nigga fuck y'all That Michael red Milwaukee Buck dog Y'all never wanted to be an all star Hatin' on him cause of the red lace and All Star's That shit foul when I'm far from Ray Allen Stay wildin', the only young gun with jake talents I swear to god I can't wait for September To dismember these niggas was hittin' at Jigga's Fuck you scared of, of 'cause you hear buzz Or 'cause he's from Compton the reason you feel blood I've been cryin' so long when I'm sad my tears blood Blood tears 'cause we lost the last 10 years I came to get it back, load the clip with Dre tracks The only thing that could stop me is if you bring JAY back [Chorus] 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 gangsta Look at me now