From Adam - The Game, Lil Wayne

Here we go again

Ten years later

You know what man?

Uhm

(«I wanna know!»)

Fuck it

Ayo C

Give me that Jameson and that pickle juice

Thank you

I got some shit on my mind

(«I wanna know!»)

My little nigga Frogg dead, dog

They shot my little nigga in his head, dog

You heard what the fuck I just said, dog?

Walk inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog

If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too

Sometimes I don’t even wanna be a Piru

Then I think about it like, fuck everything blue

Who killed my motherfuckin' brother?

(«I wanna know!»)

Who killed G man too?

The shit I seen men do

If I told you, I’d have me floating in some cement shoes

See Compton ain’t shit really

And I’ve been at the bottom of the pits, feel me?

I done had some real niggas try to kill me

Fake niggas in my crew

Crip niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru

I done been shot, had a surgery or two

Above the rim like Pac, I’m like birdie at the troops

I can’t lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat

Cause I don’t know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak

Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets

And who gon' take it from me?

They think they know me

But they do not know me

Cause I do not know me

Who killed my homie?

I wanna know names

Click-clack explain

I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon' change

But I might do it anyway

You gonna die any way

I’m gonna die any way

We can go any day

It can be any day

But for you

Today is the day

Today is the day

I was playing Madden then I heard a knock

Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot

Sometimes I thank God that I got set up

When you shot twice in the chest, it’s kinda hard to keep your head up

Suspect one: the homies never came to see me

Suspect two: Red hid my gun behind the TV

Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment

Shit started cause we fought and he couldn’t see me

There’s usually ten niggas in our dope spot

Cold ass night, I’m like a janitor at Wing Stop

I usually play Xbox with the gun cocked

I’m cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots

Chest wide open, I’m tryna fight, but my lungs not

Hole in my chest bout the size of a kumquat

I know who shot me 'cause I shot them

But who set me up?

I ain’t tripping but—

(«I wanna know!»)

They think they know me

But they do not know me

Cause I do not know me

Who killed my homie?

I wanna know names

Click-clack explain

I can kill you but ain’t nothing gonna change

But I might do it anyway

You gonna die any way

I’m gonna die any way

We can go any day

It can be any day

But for you

Today is the day

Today is the day

Let me tell you how I met my nigga Wack

Shit, he ain’t always have a nigga back

When I met him, he was standing behind Suge

And everything is all good when you banging for your hood

Compton

That nigga Wack got my number and came through

Now let me tell you the type of shit the Game do

He walked in the booth where I was spitting

Gave him ten thousand, couldn’t even finish his fuckin' sentence

I ain’t owe him shit, but real recognize real

Now we like two red-nosed Pits

Cross him, you gotta cross me

And don’t forget about where my nigga AR be

He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don’t give a fuck

Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the guts

Blood, what’s up?

Which one of you dumb mothafuckas wanna try us?

(«I wanna know!»)