[00:00.000] 作词 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan [00:01.000] 作曲 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan [00:08.710]Punk-a** motherf***er, checkin' s*** [00:12.688]What you was gonna do? [00:14.460]Kill me in my sleep, you bi***-a** ni***? [00:16.094]2Pac, Biggie – shut the f*** up! [00:18.938]F***in' dogs, barkin' and s*** [00:21.591](Don't shoot, don't shoot!) [00:25.377]F*** you, ni***! [00:27.781] [00:27.913]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [00:30.753]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [00:34.175]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [00:37.581]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [00:41.972]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [00:45.546]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [00:50.427]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [00:54.349] [00:54.510][Verse 1: The Game] [00:54.868]Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary [00:57.580]Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley [01:00.739]Take me away, like I overdosed on [01:04.241]Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain [01:07.655]Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die [01:11.165]From a block close to where Biggie was crucified [01:14.517]That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no f***in' reason [01:17.754]And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [01:21.060]‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal [01:24.064]Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel [01:27.203]Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel [01:30.658]Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle [01:33.746]I need some meditation so I can lead my people [01:37.080]They askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?" [01:40.399]And why every hood ni*** feed off evil? [01:43.476]Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [01:46.186]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [01:48.562]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [01:52.173]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [01:55.290]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [01:59.906]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [02:03.136]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [02:08.331]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [02:12.386] [02:12.526][Verse 2: The Game] [02:12.654]We are not the same, I am a Martian [02:16.096]So approach my Phantom doors with caution [02:19.319]You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em [02:22.070]And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon [02:25.325]So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now [02:28.724]And f*** Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now [02:32.298]Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down [02:35.257]Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [02:38.457]D***, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now [02:44.980]And like M.J.B. no more drama now [02:48.187]Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground [02:51.849]I spit crack, and ni***s could drive it out of town [02:54.903]Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds [02:58.155]My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round [03:01.295]Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds [03:04.097]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [03:06.682]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [03:09.999]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [03:13.347]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [03:17.820]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [03:21.156]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [03:26.214]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [03:29.857] [03:30.042][Verse 3: The Game] [03:30.186]Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front [03:33.679]With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts [03:36.946]Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards [03:39.962]Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice [03:43.192]My mind f***ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood [03:46.429]I'm from the city that made you motherf***ers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) [03:50.131]Made my grandmother pray for good [03:53.160]It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could [03:56.350]Ain't no bars, but ni***s can't escape the hood [03:59.692]And it took so many of my ni***s that I should hate the hood [04:03.036]But it's real ni***s like me that make the hood [04:06.228]Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [04:09.322]With the top back, in my Sox hat [04:12.795]I'm paid in full, the ni*** Alpo couldn't stop that [04:16.018]Even if they brought the ni*** Pac back [04:19.038]I'd still keep this motherf***er cocked back [04:22.112]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [04:24.401]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [04:27.894]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [04:31.049]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [04:35.611]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [04:38.932]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [04:44.107]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life