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Artist/Band: The Game
Lyrics for Song: All I Know
Lyrics for Album: The R.E.D. Album [2011]



[Hook – Luu Breeze]

All I know is this pain in this life

And this struggle it troubles me so

All I know is that I'm stuck on this road

Of success so I got to get mine

All I know is this pain in this life

And this struggle it troubles me so

All I know All I know



[Verse 1]

Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta

I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me

He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game

I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame

I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Burque

I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne

A walkin' motherfuckin' flame

Livin' up to my brothers name

Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs

Most other gang's, they wasn't fuckin' with me

Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G

I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off

I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off

Money like Madoff, Kill em like Adolf, Roy Halladay

I'll let a fuckin' K off, and I don't take a fucking day off,



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, ? them Philadelphia P hats

Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that

Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at?

Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?

Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at?

Freeze that, like a fucking pitcute

If you ain't a blood I ain't fucking with ya na im just fucking with ya

Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya

Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya

Ain't that some shit, that bustards sick

You wana know how I'm livin' nigga ask your bitch

Told you precisely how to ask and sit, and she a nasty bitch

I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why?

Coz I had to go past them lips, Trick

You probably paid for those ass and tits for,



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot

Can't go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac

Love Fab, love kis that's where the love stops

Coz I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks

Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude

Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude

Before you say I'm acting Ruth

Understand I'm tryna feed my people

Hati just like Compton the way I'm packing food

But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head

Motherfucker I will green bay packer you

Have a whole football team of niggas after you

Like the punt turn, when will you fucking learn

Now take your ass back to school

Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you

And fuck with your conscience like back packers do

And I ain't Talib, Black Though or Mos Def

But I've seen the most deaths

And nigga I'm just telling you


Album Lyrics: The R.E.D. Album [2011]


The Game
"The R.E.D. Album [2011]"


1. Outro
2. California Dream
3. Dr. Dre Intro
4. The City
5. Drug Test
6. Martians Vs Goblins
7. Red Nation
8. Dr. Dre 1
9. Good Girls Go Bad
10. Ricky
11. The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
12. Heavy Artillery
13. Paramedics
14. Speakers On Blast
15. Hello
16. All The Way Gone
17. Pot Of Gold
18. Dr. Dre 2
19. All I Know
20. Born In The Trap
21. Mama Knows