Released: June 9, 2005
Songwriter: The Game
Producer: Nu Jersey Devil
[Intro: Billboard & Game]
This is my nigga since we was kids like.. You know I'm sayin', we was like the uh.. You could say like a gangbang dynasty or something'. His older brother and my cousin ran together so that hooked us up together since we was kids you know I'm sayin'?
We both used to spit but like he took it more serious than me
You know what I'm sayin'? I was fuckin' up in and out of jail
But Game came back and got me like he said he would so you know what I'm sayin' it's Black Wall Street. Me and The Game
Never be friends, nah
Never be friends
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Though I walk through the valley of death
Vest on teflon now I approached in my Hurricane sweats
Black crow on my shoulder, Big Will 'till it's over
He never got to see me put black chrome on the rover
Readin' your obituary, wishin' we never met
So I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats
Lookin' at this bottle of Hennessy wishin' you never left
Wishin' I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest
Or better yet, I wish they never let you out
And I never got that phone call tellin' me that you out
Wish you never signed the release form
I wouldn't have to clear this sample
Or use this track to say rest in peace for him
You wanted to know if Dre and Em felt you
They did, and before I could tell you somebody killed you
I feel pain for everybody that ever knew the real you
Call Nas let him know I got a Ill Will too
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Verse 2]
Niggas politicin' wanna know why I'm rhymin' different
My best friend got murdered nigga my mind is different
If you ain't never spend no time in prison
You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin'
Niggas rilin' me up, let's go find the victim
I can't do it homie, that's the reason Shyne in prison
And through divine intervention 10 plus years doing crime in the trenches
Multiplied by the time that we spent in the kitchen
Is a life worth of hard livin Cuban cigar tippin'
12th grade ditchin', purple served by the jar sippin'
If you lost a homie, you know friendship is God given
I done seen the church so much, you'd think I was born Christian
I done seen more dead bodies than a mortitian
Seen niggas in and out of county blues like they was born crippin'
So I'mma keep on livin 'cause when I'm gone
Niggas ain't gon do shit but fuck my bitch and pour liqour
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Verse 3]
What If you was me and you had to sit through an entire funeral
While the pastor readin' your homeboy's eulogy
I'm already dead, what the fuck you gon' do to me
Keep talkin' shit I'll empty my clip in that G-Unit tee
Gimme a minute to say my grace with God
I see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk and tell you
Your moms is missin' you, your pops is missin' you
Just saw your baby pictures in your grandmother's living room
Fase is missin' you, homie Wink is missin' you
Thank God you left us memories and songs to listen to
Velle is missin' you, the 'hood is missin' you
Let my son graduate high school, and I'mma come visit you
The world is missin' you, Eminem was feelin' you
Dre said he felt your vibe the little time he spent with you
Pour the Henny out cause he ain't here in the physical
They say real men don't cry but nigga I'm missin' you
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Outro: Billboard]
The first day, the first day I got out of jail you know what I'm sayin'
Nigga phillin', you know what I'm sayin', everything still fresh to a nigga man, I'm doing videos with Cam'Ron and Dipset and Game
You know what I'm sayin', like fuckin' bitches in the studio
You know what I'm sayin' it was kinda crazy when I first came home but I adapted to it and now I love it
You know what I'm sayin'? I done been to fuckin' uh..
I'm straight out of Compton my nigga
I done been to uh New York, Harlem, all through that motherfucka'
Miami, Atlanta, Detroit. I'm fuckin' with Eminem, Dre, 50
All kind of niggas you know what I'm sayin'? So I been movin' man
This is my nigga since we was kids like.. You know I'm sayin', we was like the uh.. You could say like a gangbang dynasty or something'. His older brother and my cousin ran together so that hooked us up together since we was kids you know I'm sayin'?
We both used to spit but like he took it more serious than me
You know what I'm sayin'? I was fuckin' up in and out of jail
But Game came back and got me like he said he would so you know what I'm sayin' it's Black Wall Street. Me and The Game
Never be friends, nah
Never be friends
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Though I walk through the valley of death
Vest on teflon now I approached in my Hurricane sweats
Black crow on my shoulder, Big Will 'till it's over
He never got to see me put black chrome on the rover
Readin' your obituary, wishin' we never met
So I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats
Lookin' at this bottle of Hennessy wishin' you never left
Wishin' I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest
Or better yet, I wish they never let you out
And I never got that phone call tellin' me that you out
Wish you never signed the release form
I wouldn't have to clear this sample
Or use this track to say rest in peace for him
You wanted to know if Dre and Em felt you
They did, and before I could tell you somebody killed you
I feel pain for everybody that ever knew the real you
Call Nas let him know I got a Ill Will too
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Verse 2]
Niggas politicin' wanna know why I'm rhymin' different
My best friend got murdered nigga my mind is different
If you ain't never spend no time in prison
You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin'
Niggas rilin' me up, let's go find the victim
I can't do it homie, that's the reason Shyne in prison
And through divine intervention 10 plus years doing crime in the trenches
Multiplied by the time that we spent in the kitchen
Is a life worth of hard livin Cuban cigar tippin'
12th grade ditchin', purple served by the jar sippin'
If you lost a homie, you know friendship is God given
I done seen the church so much, you'd think I was born Christian
I done seen more dead bodies than a mortitian
Seen niggas in and out of county blues like they was born crippin'
So I'mma keep on livin 'cause when I'm gone
Niggas ain't gon do shit but fuck my bitch and pour liqour
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Verse 3]
What If you was me and you had to sit through an entire funeral
While the pastor readin' your homeboy's eulogy
I'm already dead, what the fuck you gon' do to me
Keep talkin' shit I'll empty my clip in that G-Unit tee
Gimme a minute to say my grace with God
I see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk and tell you
Your moms is missin' you, your pops is missin' you
Just saw your baby pictures in your grandmother's living room
Fase is missin' you, homie Wink is missin' you
Thank God you left us memories and songs to listen to
Velle is missin' you, the 'hood is missin' you
Let my son graduate high school, and I'mma come visit you
The world is missin' you, Eminem was feelin' you
Dre said he felt your vibe the little time he spent with you
Pour the Henny out cause he ain't here in the physical
They say real men don't cry but nigga I'm missin' you
[Chorus]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (Haha, my nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
My nigga, If you look In the mirror, would you see things clearer
My nigga who I live, who I live for (My nigga)
And you know where you headed, do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do (My nigga)
[Outro: Billboard]
The first day, the first day I got out of jail you know what I'm sayin'
Nigga phillin', you know what I'm sayin', everything still fresh to a nigga man, I'm doing videos with Cam'Ron and Dipset and Game
You know what I'm sayin', like fuckin' bitches in the studio
You know what I'm sayin' it was kinda crazy when I first came home but I adapted to it and now I love it
You know what I'm sayin'? I done been to fuckin' uh..
I'm straight out of Compton my nigga
I done been to uh New York, Harlem, all through that motherfucka'
Miami, Atlanta, Detroit. I'm fuckin' with Eminem, Dre, 50
All kind of niggas you know what I'm sayin'? So I been movin' man
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