Don't Need Your Love Lyrics - Faith Evans

Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga 

I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter 

Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga 

I got shit on my chest, I must confess 

Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects 

Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex 

Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks 

I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome 

My pops left me in a foster home 

I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone 

So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes 

I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real 

Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel 

Come to Compton, I got stripes for real 

Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed 

Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal 

I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz 

But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun 

That's somethin I gotta teach my son 

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I don't need your love, no no no no 

I don't need your love 

Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it 

I don't need your love, no I don't need your love 

I don't need your love 

Cause, the, game, don't, change 

I heard they got Bloods in New York now 

Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love 

Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name 

New car, new house, and sometimes friends change 

And you don't need that love, when you G's like us 

And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's 

And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's 

First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again 

What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win? 

No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source 

Plus them awards I don't need 

And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed 

We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T 

That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite 

So I'ma drown in my own sorrows 

Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is 

I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up 

Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff 

Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones 

Dre cut me a check, I'm gone 

Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne 

But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please 

So I roam through the city like the ghost of E 

Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be 

Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me 

In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me 

I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot 

On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison 

I got niggaz doin life in prison 

All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor 

So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur 

And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war 

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