| All I know is this pain in this life
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| And this struggle it troubles me so
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| All I know is that I’m stuck on this road
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| Of success so I got to get mine
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| All I know is this pain in this life
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| And this struggle it troubles me so
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| All I know All I know
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| Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
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| I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
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| He from the G.A., and I’m M easy, that’s Game
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| I don’t do what you niggas do, that’s lame
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| I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Burque
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| I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
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| A walkin' motherfuckin' flame
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| Livin' up to my brothers name
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| Rockin' that red shit, wasn’t fuckin' with them other gangs
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| Most other gang’s, they wasn’t fuckin' with me
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| Ain’t your average motherfucker, I’m a motherfuckin' G
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| I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
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| I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off
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| Money like made off, killing like aid off, royal holiday
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| Hillel fucking Kay off, and I don’t take a fucking day off…
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| Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats
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| Believe that; |
| bring it to the hood so you can see that
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| Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at?
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| Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
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| Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at?
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| Freeze that, like a fucking picture
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| If you ain’t a blood I ain’t fucking with ya na I’m just fucking with ya
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| Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
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| Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya
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| Ain’t that some shit, that bustards sick
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| You wanna know how I’m livin' nigga ask your bitch
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| Told you precisely how to ask and sit, and she a nasty bitch
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| I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why?
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| Cause I had to go past them lips, Crip
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| You probably paid for those ass and tits for…
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| Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot
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| Can’t go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac
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| Love Fab, love kiss that’s where the love stops
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| Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
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| Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
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| Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
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| Before you say I’m acting Ruth
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| Understand I’m tryna feed my people
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| Haiti just like Compton the way I’m packing food
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| But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
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| Motherfucker I will green bay packer you
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| Have a whole football team of niggas after you
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| Like the punt turn, when will you fucking learn
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| Now take your ass back to school
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| Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you
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| And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
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| And I ain’t Talib, Black Though or Mos Def
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| But I’ve seen the most deaths
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| And nigga I’m just telling you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All I Know , by - The Game. Song from the album The R.E.D. Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп