Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Vocals
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Goldsmith
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Writer
C. Young
Songwriter
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
Shorty
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Now I'm sittin' in this goddamn cage
Reminiscing about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, la la la
[Verse 3]
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 wearing khaki suits
[Verse 4]
I was twelve, smoking chronic in '92
I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you
I made choice, now it's be Crip or be Piru
Whatever I was, I was banging gin and juice
[Verse 5]
Never knew back then I'd be friends with Snoop
Now I gotta keep it gangster '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
[Verse 6]
If every **** hated him, for the Black Bitch track
And **** stopped bumping Dre after T-Boz got slapped
When Doc say it's a rap, it's a rap
It's still aftermath and ain't nothing after that
[Verse 7]
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
Reminiscing about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, la la la
[Verse 8]
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 eating with you, Eve, and Busta Rhymes
I wasn't star struck, I was just glad to be signed
[Verse 9]
And even though sometimes I run loose
You still my homeboy Doc, I'd take a bullet for you
I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef
But you told me it was okay to say, fuck the police
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
Sitting here, looking at my platinum plaques
Thinking what the fuck am I without a Doctor Dre track
When Doc say it's a rap, it's a rap
It's still aftermath and ain't nothing after that
[Verse 12]
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
Reminiscing about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, la la la
[Verse 13]
See when the world is on your shoulder and the stress grows bigger
The fire in 'em made it difficult to talk to the ****
Most of the time I let 'em know I don't agree with what he do
But he a hard head Dre that's why I'm talking to you
[Verse 14]
See when I first met my **** son was laying in the cut
Tight, reserve, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut
Until you told him to spit for me, he flipping from the gut
I dug his spirit and I thought the dude was talented as fuck
[Verse 15]
And as time went on now he was working with the finest
I saw the pressure started to build so I gave 'em additional guidance
You gave him something that can make a break a ****
You should face it
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it
[Verse 16]
With the potential to be a strong **** with conviction
The only problem was our little **** wouldn't listen
But when Doc say it's a rap, it's a rap
It's still aftermath and ain't nothing after that
[Verse 17]
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
Reminiscing about my day
With your blood all over my slate
As the devil sings, la la la
Written by: Busta Rhymes, Christopher Young, David Goldsmith, J. Taylor, J.R. Rotem, T. Smith