[Intro: The Game & Busta Rhymes]
Day after day, feel like I…
Yo Bus, I think I got it, the answer to all my problems
Fuck you talkin' about n***a? Wha–What's that?
Belvedere, and Banana Snapple
Look, get your fuckin' ass up n***a
You over here trippin' on yourself n***a
Get in the fuckin' car man, we gotta bounce man
I'm a man, and most of these n***as
They don't know how to be a man, I got a son
What the fuck you talkin' about n***a? Come on n***a
Let's take yo' ass to the crib man, you tired n***a
And put the drink down n***a, we gotta go n***a
One more shot

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
I didn't mean to walk away
But I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank
Like, "La-la-la"
Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage
Reminiscin' about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 1: The Game]
Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you
But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do what he gotta do
Remember, I'm from Compton too
I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearin' Khaki suits
I was 12 smokin' chronic, in '92
I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you
I made a choice, now it's be Crip or be Piru
Whatever I was, I was bangin' Gin & Juice
Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop
Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots
So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you
I tried to think of what the fuck Eminem might do
If every n***a hated him, for that Black Bitch track
And n***as stopped bumpin' Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped
When Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothing after that
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
I didn't mean to walk away
But I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank
Like, "La-la-la"
Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage
Reminiscin' about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 2: The Game]
I never said "Thank you", and I took for granted,
You let me in your house and made me a part of your family
Now I'm eatin' with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes
I wasn't starstruck, I was just glad to be signed
And even though sometimes I run loose
You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you
I'm not askin' you to take my side in the beef
But you told me it was okay to say "Fuck The Police",
Now it's my turn to carry the torch
And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The Source,
Remember when we got drunk, to do Start From Scratch?
I told you, "You was like a father to me", I meant that
Sittin' here lookin' at my platinum plaques
Thinkin' what the fuck am I without a Dr. Dre track,
When Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nothin' after that
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
I didn't mean to walk away
But I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank
Like, "La-la-la"
Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage
Reminiscin' about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See when the world is on your shoulders and the stress grows bigger
The fire in him, made it difficult to talk to the n***a
Most of the time I let 'em know, I don't agree with what he do
But he a hardhead, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you
See when I first met my n***a, son was layin' in the cut
Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut
Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut
I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as fuck
And as the time went on, now he was workin' with the finest
I saw the pressure started to build so I gave additional guidance
You gave him something that can make or break a n***a, you should face it
So big, I don't even think he was ready to embrace it
With the potential to be a strong n***a with conviction
The only problem was our lil n***a wouldn't listen
But when Doc say, "It's a wrap", it's a wrap
It's still Aftermath and ain't nothing after that
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
I didn't mean to walk away
But I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank
Like, "La-la-la"
Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage
Reminiscin' about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, "La-la-la

[Outro: Busta Rhymes & The Game]
Aiyyo, Game! (Huh?)
Yo Game! Wake up n***a! (I'm up man, I'm up)
We at your crib, n***a
Get the fuck out the car n***a, get up, man!
This ain't my house, my house is, is green
What the fuck you talk- look, come on, n***a, let's go man
Let me walk you up to the, come on (Alright, I’m up, Bus)
N***a where the keys at?
N***a we need to open your door n***a!
I got love for you, Bus', you my n***a
N***a get in the fuckin' bed n***a, go to sleep n***a
You tired n***a, and don't fucking drink like that no more, man
You fuckin' look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker
Just goin' to the studio
Hehehe, go to sleep, n***a