Something's going on and I'm not saying you're to blame I know I'm not your girl, I know you're not my man But something's wrong, I can't explain After the waste of time, love, let's keep it plain, don't wanna play 'Cause boy, I'm grown and ya damn near twice my age So tell me what's happening So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy, if your feelings changed Because I feel the way I feel and I won't let it go until You let me know 'cause it ain't feeling the same It's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone Though it was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone Was is it just a chase? You're acting like you need some space Perhaps it was the fact, you want what you can't have And I won't let you get your way Why do you pick me up just to cast me away? The love I gave, never quite enough You really got me stuck, I need for you to set it straight So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy, if your feelings changed Because I feel the way I feel and I won't let it go until You let me know 'cause it ain't feeling the same Oh, it's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone It was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone, gone, oh Yeah, listen up, a cocktail keeps me company While the piano man plays one for me Some similar situation must have sent you 'Cause this is too cool to be coincidental And, oh yes, let's not forget You look like been dipped in hot chocolate And I means lots of it So instead of stay we did the opposite At a red light but I didn't stop for shit It's cool, I don't kiss and tell Oh lover, you don't listen well It's pleasure, pain's not in my planning Damn, I thought we had a understanding Oh, it's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone It was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, woah

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you They say every time somebody die a child is born So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby "One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head Doc busting through the door, he between the legs He see the head, it's my baby boy 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord" 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

X2 Remember me? Like father, like son Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1 Cause my daddy hustle We good now Cause my daddy hustle We out the hood now Cause my daddy hustle Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm here too) Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos I love you daddy Ten years later, I love you too sons I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance On the cover of the album with them Chucks on You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me She said you had enough, I said we having fun All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun And so did being a daddy Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook Buss I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you youngun, like father, like son And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me I hope you know I love you youngun, like father, like son Your daddy told you it was coming Coming, your day was coming, I told you Now daddy's here just keep on running Running, just keep on running, I tell you I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you And I know you remember that time when he was 5 All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9 I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married He still my best man, and that's forever Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you youngun, like father, like son And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me I hope you know I love you youngun, like father, like son Your daddy told you it was coming Coming, your day was coming, I told you Now daddy's here just keep on running Running, just keep on running, I tell you Every time I get in this booth I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you, had this vision for you And I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters You all I need like Method and MJB And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me("Breathe daddy") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4) Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs For every nigga out here without a kid Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did One I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son I make straight A's and I'm a good kid But more importantly, I'm safe Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton So I could have a better life That's my daddy And I wish all kids had one like mine The world would be a better place One (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)

It's DJ Kay Slay the drama king And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record That's right, I said lyricists, not rappers And for you haters out there, pay attention (Jealousy's a motherfucker) Better go You don't want no problem, you don't wanna mess with it Up in it then I come around, niggas already be knowing how I be the best with it How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga fresh step with a little fresh fitted Bust every bottle in the building and I fuck shit up I got 'em whilin' till a nigga tell he finished (You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather closer Pretty white bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' ass, yoga Bangin' on niggas till we probably break a shoulder I don't ever give a fuck what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit Illiterate, but you know you fuckin' with a boss Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?" While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, don't do that Tired of telling niggas when you know exactly what I'm on Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I'm gone Y'all see the way I black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the nigga [?] You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Me bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life Hit a lick, rockin' the hip, hopin' to get high when a nigga spit Probably when the women get on me, talkin' the dick Often the bitch drop when I rip Niggas be jelly, they go through her telly And see her tell me she left shit in my telly It's hurtin' his belly like bad meat at the deli I have heat in my pelly pelly for the fuckboys Make a nigga have to snuff boys, make enough noise To make everyone drop when I bust toys when they suck soy I'm gonna get my paper no matter what Hateful takers don't got enough, they goin' a nut Get a fo'-fo' with ya ganja holdin' my do' in the cut Play no games and I ain't no dame so I aim for pain I'ma drain yo' brain when that thang go bang Like I'm Django, man, and my aim goes bang When I'm faced with jealousy, all the states throw mail at me So it's making you march, wanna yell at me When I react they call up Penelope's Bitch ass, trick ass, sniff ass, ho Just 'cause I get cash when I spit fast, now his ass low Go get a sick pass and a bitch badge 'cause you get mad, bro You 'bout to get flagged and you wondering if it's riff raff, no nigga You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Me bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life I knew a couple niggas that I used to run with Have fun with, get funds with Shit get low, I had to bust a couple guns wet Squad fell apart all over one bitch Leave it to my nigga Ty to do some dumb shit My Uzi weigh a ton shit Run up in a nigga crib with the fire you can light a blunt with Hollow tips in your belly, time to [?] shit 'Bout my paper, neighbor, fly nigga, aviator Walk out the crib, nigga heated like a radiator Bet I kill a nigga if he wanna die right now Actin' like a recoverin' fiend, nigga, pipe down He was gangsta yesterday, he believe in Christ now Scope on you, no mouthwash, you in my sight now If I don't get a call from Slay, somebody dyin' Like 9-7, you hard pressed, get the iron Yo Slay fuck these niggas dawg You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga Fuck up [?] jealous niggas Me bitch better, me whip wetter Me neck shine, me wrist blow You can lose your life Nigga be on some real Compton shit, nigga be out in New York doing whatever the fuck he wanna do. I'm just a thorough nigga, five borough nigga, project nigga from the Westside of Compton, you know what it is. L.A., that's my shit, New York (You can lose your life)

I wasn't looking for this What is this? I don't know You know I was doing just fine By myself On my own Tell me how to stop this feeling I don't wanna fall in love Just wanna have a little fun But then you came and swept me up And now I'm done, so done Falling madly deeply I Surprise myself enough to find That what's begun is love And now I'm done, so done, I'm done Yeah I can't imagine right now Standing here, without you To think that I tried to ignore What I felt, what I knew I could never, stop this feeling I don't wanna fall in love Just wanna have a little fun But then you came and swept me up And now I'm done, so done Falling madly deeply I Surprise myself enough to find That what's begun is love And now I'm done, so done, I'm done Yeah, oh, woah Thank you for not letting go When I said Let me go Thank you for timing, thank you for finding Thank you for not believing me, baby, when I said I don't wanna fall in love Just wanna have a little fun But then you came and swept me up And now I'm done, so done Falling madly deeply I Surprise myself enough to find That what's begun is love And now I'm done, so done, I'm done Yeah I wasn't looking for this And now I'm done I'm done

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge La plage déserte me pousse au cafard Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir Spliff noir dans le cendar Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste Jette mes tripes dans la musique Mars, ma ville, un plateau Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10 Mes khos pendus à un lasso Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي علي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من Oran ل Marseille دلالي Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau De mafé, yassa, poisson frais Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي