Look at me baby, am I a little blurry
Now your tears have obstructed your view
This is only crazy, if you think it's crazy
And of course it's always up to you
Now there's so much to say, you won't give away
Don't think you'll ever decide
So you leave it up to me, to say what we both mean
I'm sorry but I'm over the line
Because the last time we had a nice time baby it was so long ago
Oh it was the last time but now I think that I'm ready for me to let you go
So why do you care anymore, why do you care, why do you care anymore
All this time that you think I would be here for your sake
I hope you got a bottle of wine, and if it's a drinking problem
I'll be laughing at the bottom, because I already finished mine
But there's so much to say, It's a give away, what you really feel inside
So you leave it up to me, to say what we both mean
I'm sorry but I'm over the line
Because the last time we had a nice time baby it was so long ago
Oh it was the right time but now I think that I'm ready for me to let you go
Oh and now the last time we had a nice time baby it was so long ago
Now you can leave me right here, I can leave you right there, you can keep me right here
How could you just not care, and I know, feeling like a sun, when the night is done
So just let me shine oh
And the last time we had a nice time baby it was so long ago
Oh it was the last time but now I think that I'm ready for me to let you go
Oh Because the last time we had a nice time baby it was so long ago

You're always nice to me when I am feeling nowhere
You're always listening when I am saying nothing
And when I feel alone, you know how to pick up the cost
And if I am sick and tired, you know how to twist up the wires
I can really count on you when I'm feeling blue
I can really count on you when I rest my head on your shoulder
When the wind is blowing cold, you've got the heat in your home
And if you ever leave me
I just don't have that thought, I just don't have that thought
I can really count on you when I'm feeling blue
I can really count on you when I rest my head on your shoulder
And when I'm feeling lost, you know how to pick up the cost
And if you ever leave me
I just don't have that thought, I just don't have that thought

Ayo, Irv, 'the fuck is wrong with these niggas, man?
Talking 'bout I ain't no fuckin MC
I been at this shit for 7 years, nigga
8 times platinum, nigga
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
Muthafucka, what's up?
[Verse 1:]
Naw, this ain't no fucking Dre beat,
I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the shit I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yeyo
The new Suge Knight, nigga, minus the K.O.
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, fuck bitches, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, retarded
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, nigga, we can get started
If you ain't Nas or that nigga on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture
the nigga Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my fuckin sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go fuck with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not fuck with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my bitch, flying in with them things
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My shorty is a 10, that's that singing nigga, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short
So I might as well find me a burrow in New York
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 3:]
Man you know, I don't give a fuck
and I don't give a shit
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips
Give a fuck if you tuff nigga, or you buff nigga
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff niggas
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the fuck can I say? I grew up a bastard
Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big shit, and I keep my wrist slit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four niggas better than me? Nigga, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Newz!
Niggas better know what the fuck they dealin with
When they dealing with the fuck they dealin with
You dealin with a fuckin animal, man
Gotti will tell you, nigga, both the Gottis, nigga
You can bring John Gotti back too, nigga
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, nigga
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, nigga
When I was running around with P.
Diddy in Atlanta, nigga
Slapping asses, nigga
Mario? know what it is, nigga
Mix bitches all up in the height on Peach St., nigga
Been getting money, nigga
7 years strong, nigga
2 platinum albums, nigga
'Bout to be three

Long time we no have no nice time,
Doo-yoo-dee-dun-doo-yea.
Think about that.
(Repeat)
This is my heart to rock you steady.
I'll give you love the time you're ready.
Just won't let me be.
I'm just to rock you, now.
Won't you rock with me?
Long time we no have no nice time,
Doo-yoo-dee-dun-doo-yeah.
Think about that.