Chords for The Game - Don't Need Your Love (Ft. Faith Evans) (Lyrics)

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Yo, have come too close to the [Fm] edge on this one nigga
I ain't gonna pump [Bbm] though, [Db] I'mma keep it real gutta
[Bbm] Yo [Fm] prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga
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I got shit [Fm] on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your [Bbm] projects
Now I'm back in the hood, [Fm] with rocks and the Pyrex
Tank khakis and them Nike Airs with the [Bbm] Dytex
I was forced [Fm] to live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster [Bbm] home
I felt abandoned [Fm] like quick now that Mossberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the [Bbm] Mossberg home
I been rapping [Fm] for a year and a half, my life was real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite [Bbm] the steel
Come to Compton, I got fright for real
Before Dre, [Fm] before the Ice, before the deal
I was [Bbm] almost killed like Pac [Fm] before the death row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found [Bbm] them niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga [Fm] on the other side of the gun
That's something I gotta teach my [Bbm] son
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_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Bbm] heard they [Fm] got bloods in New York now
Red Rags in Uptown Harlem now
I need that [Bbm] love, front court at the Knicks game
New chick, French [Fm] name, new car, new house
And sometimes [Bbm] friends [Fm] change
And you don't need that love when you D's like us
And your D's is piece of singular [Bbm] to Biggie's
And your life story is singular to 50's
First they hate you, then [Fm] they love you, then they hate you again
What [Bbm] the fuck do [Fm] it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no unsigned hype, nigga, fuck the [Bbm] sauce
Plus them awards I don't need
And them [Fm] niggas grieving the same air as me
Acting like they [Bbm] don't bleed, we [Fm] don't drive the same speed
This [Bbm] a continental T, [Fm] that's a case of Armadale
This a continental [Bbm] suite, so I'ma drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck [Fm] tomorrow, nigga, cause reality [Bbm] is
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[Fm] was gassed up, murdering, Rockefeller passed up
Sat in daddy's house with Black Robin, Lil' [Bbm] Axe Puff
Now the game's set in stone, the [Fm] Frank Muller set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm [Bbm] gone
Trying [Fm] to be the king of the streets, niggas, I went to throw
But I got nieces to feed, two coats to [Bbm] plead
So I roam through the city like the ghost of Eve
Gotta [Fm] put Compton back where it's supposed to [Bb] be
Nothing [Fm] between all my niggas that's [Bbm] close to me
In the [Fm] streets with two fellas packing [Bbm] toast for me
I'm posted B, got all the critics watching my [Fm] pivot
On my block in the coop, reading Kites from [Bbm] prison
I got [Fm] niggas doing life in [Bb] prison
All my fallen [Ab] soldiers is one of the reasons we [Db] far out liquor
And so this song is for Miss Wallace, Havini Shakur
And all the [Fm] mothers of dead sons that went out in the [Bbm] war
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love [Eb] can't [Fm] go change
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