Black On Black
The Game Lyrics


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'Sup, nigga, huh?
You know what this shit is?
Stay down and come up, (damn right)
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way, nigga (two niggas most)
Stay down until you come up, nigga
Four songs, nigga, (Blood Money, let's go)
Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
Shit get real, me and K. on back
(Stay on back, nigga, do what you gotta do)
Never came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how real niggas pull a rebound back
See I never came back in that black on black

Nigga come through for a nine and a half
I'ma tell him ain't nothin' left
Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight
All they gotta do it wait, tell a nigga I'm a Chef
How you think a nigga went and got that race?
Could have went to jail but I bought that case
Lawyer came through, told him it's about time
Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch
Put 10 karats on my daughter ear, fuck it
She deserved every rock, I done sold out in public
Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child
She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett
Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage
On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett
With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett
Let the shade fear clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her
Back and forth in a Lear
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on Thanksgivin'
Cause I'm black on black like, yeah
Black on black to my dear
Black on black in my ear
Black Maserati that I gave to my mama
Right hand to the throttle, she can't even find the gears

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
Shit get real, me and K. on back
(We gotta do what we gotta do, you feel me)
Never came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
(Talk to 'em, homie)
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
(Stay down until you come up)
Let me tell you how them real niggas pull a rebound back
(How you bounce back nigga, nigga do what?)
See I never came back in that black on black

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up
Said she want to sell more like my father
Same time, had me for a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm 'bout to put on
And now I'm 'bout to kill these niggas
So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
'til I get it, then my palms start itchin'
Soon I hit the block, then my bong gone missin'
See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town
And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken
Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now
So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon
My parents told me that the money is the root of all evil
I said it is then a lil' more

If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life
Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night
I say, "Now, Oprah got a billion dollars
And you know what near her"
Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror
What!

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
Shit get real, me and K. on back
(We gotta do what we gotta do, you feel me)
Never came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
(Talk to 'em, homie)
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
(Stay down until you come up)
Let me tell you how them real niggas pull a rebound back
(How you bounce back nigga, nigga do what?)
See I never came back in that black on black

Met man named George, straight drop, no whippin'
Electric off, everything's boilin' in the fridge
I ain't bathed in a week, I was smellin' like pickles
Street showin' no pities, still gettin' to the business
? break it down, sell nickels
Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail
When flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper
I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin'
I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
Shit get gangsta, we call ...
Bought two things, had the third one off issue
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Real rap talk, keep it real, don't believe you
When you get out of line, swear to God, I'ma leave you
Dirks cuts the water 'fore they kick a nigga dope
Try to flush it down the toilet but the dope just flow
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scramblin', but I ain't the one to panic
Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket
Tried to bird feed, cut through on my jacket
And I take change, I'm a serve when they askin'
Come from out of town, I'ma test, none or less

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
Shit get real, me and K. on back
(We gotta do what we gotta do, you feel me)
Never came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how them real niggas pull a rebound back
(How you bounce back nigga, nigga do what?)
See I never came back in that black on black





It's okay, daddy, I'm not scared
I know baby, the rest of the world is

Overall Meaning

The Game's song Black On Black is a gritty, street-centric narrative driven by The Game's candid lyrics and powerful delivery. The song speaks to the harsh realities of living on the streets, where violence and crime are everyday facts of life. The opening verse sets the tone with its declaration of toughness: "Street niggas is street niggas alike/It ain't even one way, nigga (two niggas most)/Stay down until you come up, nigga/Four songs, nigga, (Blood Money, let's go)." The chorus emphasizes the idea of never giving up, even when things get tough: "Everythin' wrong, this can't be right/Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)/Shit get real, me and K. on back/(Stay on back, nigga, do what you gotta do)/Never came back in that black on black."


The second verse delves deeper into the street lifestyle, with The Game discussing his experiences with drug dealing and the daily struggles he faces to stay afloat. He highlights his determination to make something of himself despite the odds, even if it means engaging in illegal activities: "Soon I hit the block, then my bong gone missin'/See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town/And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken/Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now/So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon." The song's final verse serves as a sort of call to arms for those on the streets who are struggling to make ends meet. The Game tells his listeners that he understands their struggles and that there is hope for a better future: "I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin'/I don't even know how many times I've been to prison/Shit get gangsta, we call .../Bought two things, had the third one off issue."


Overall, Black On Black is a powerful statement from The Game about the harsh realities of life on the streets. His lyrics are raw, emotional, and unflinching, painting a picture of a world that is tough to survive in but one that is worth fighting for.


Line by Line Meaning

'Sup, nigga, huh?
Greetings, my friend, what's up?


You know what this shit is?
Do you understand the situation?


Stay down and come up, (damn right)
Remain resilient and eventually succeed, absolutely


Street niggas is street niggas alike
Individuals from the streets understand each other


It ain't even one way, nigga (two niggas most)
There isn't just one path, my friend (but mainly two)


Stay down until you come up, nigga
Persist until you reach success, my friend


Four songs, nigga, (Blood Money, let's go)
Four tracks, my friend, (let's get started with 'Blood Money')


Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Everything seems to be going wrong, it can't be right


Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
It's overwhelming, this can't be how life is supposed to be


Shit get real, me and K. on back
Things become serious, me and K. are prepared


(Stay on back, nigga, do what you gotta do)
(Remain focused, my friend, do whatever it takes)


Never came back in that black on black
Never returned to that dark situation


I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still continue hustling for those guys with drug operations


I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
I still do it for those guys with small amounts of drugs


Let me tell you how real niggas pull a rebound back
Allow me to explain how true hustlers bounce back from setbacks


See I never came back in that black on black
You see, I never returned to that dark place


Nigga come through for a nine and a half
A guy comes through for a nine and a half (drug deal)


I'ma tell him ain't nothin' left
I will inform him that there are no more drugs


Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight
If a guy needs an eight (an eighth of an ounce of drugs), I'll inform him it's ready


All they gotta do it wait, tell a nigga I'm a Chef
All they have to do is be patient, tell them I'm an expert


How you think a nigga went and got that race?
Do you wonder how I managed to attain that success?


Could have went to jail but I bought that case
I could have ended up in prison, but I paid for legal representation


Lawyer came through, told him it's about time
My lawyer arrived, told him it was overdue


Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch
I switched from a regular watch to a Rolex like Jim Carrey


Put 10 karats on my daughter ear, fuck it
I gifted my daughter with diamond earrings, why not?


She deserved every rock, I done sold out in public
She deserved those expensive jewels, I sold drugs openly


Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child
I would do anything for my close circle


She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett
She's the star, never become overshadowed like LeToya Luckett


Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage
Black on black, Louis Vuitton luggage with a checkerboard pattern


On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett
On a private jet feeling as wealthy as Warren Buffett


With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett
In the Twin Cities, but not as famous as Kirby Puckett (former baseball player)


Let the shade fear clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her
Let the haters be afraid, send my love to Aaliyah (late singer)


Back and forth in a Lear
Traveling back and forth in a Learjet


My grandmother say I never see her
My grandmother says I never visit her


She want me come home on Thanksgivin'
She wants me to come home for Thanksgiving


Cause I'm black on black like, yeah
Because I'm dressed all in black, like, yeah


Black on black to my dear
All black attire for my loved one


Black on black in my ear
Black earrings in my ear


Black Maserati that I gave to my mama
Black Maserati that I gifted to my mother


Right hand to the throttle, she can't even find the gears
She's struggling to operate the car, not finding the gears with her right hand


Hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute


Shit get real, we don't fold up
Things become serious, we do not give up


This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
This is the pep talk I gave myself in my grandmother's kitchen


At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up
Sitting at the table, cutting and preparing my drugs


Said she want to sell more like my father
She said she wants to be a successful drug dealer like my father


Same time, had me for a couple dollars
At the same time, she needed money from me


Yeah, I'm 'bout to put on
Yeah, I'm about to show my skill


And now I'm 'bout to kill these niggas
And now I'm about to outperform these guys


So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
Hence, you might not see me until tomorrow


'til I get it, then my palms start itchin'
Until I achieve success, my palms start itching


Soon I hit the block, then my bong gone missin'
As soon as I arrive on the street, my drug stash disappears


See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town
I'm about to visit a different neighborhood


And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken
And I'm going there to find a drug customer


Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now
Yeah, I know a guy at a location with a gun right now


So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon
So, I'm going there to sell him a kilogram of cocaine


My parents told me that the money is the root of all evil
My parents told me that money is the cause of all problems


I said it is then a lil' more
I agree, and it's even more than that


If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life
If I had to give you two insights about life


Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night
Some people succeed every day, while others fail every night


I say, 'Now, Oprah got a billion dollars
I say, 'Look, Oprah Winfrey has a billion dollars


And you know what near her'
And you know what's close to her?'


Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror
These are the thoughts I have while looking at myself in the mirror


Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Everything seems to be going wrong, this can't be right


Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
It's overwhelming, this can't be how life is supposed to be


Shit get real, me and K. on back
Things become serious, me and K. are prepared


(We gotta do what we gotta do, you feel me)
(We have to do whatever it takes, do you understand?


Never came back in that black on black
Never returned to that dark situation


I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still continue hustling for those guys with drug operations


I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
I still do it for those guys with small amounts of drugs


Let me tell you how them real niggas pull a rebound back
Allow me to explain how true hustlers bounce back from setbacks


(How you bounce back nigga, nigga do what?)
(How do you recover, my friend? Just do what needs to be done)


See I never came back in that black on black
You see, I never returned to that dark place


Met man named George, straight drop, no whippin'
I met a guy named George, pure uncut drugs, no dilution


Electric off, everything's boilin' in the fridge
Electricity is shut off, everything in the refrigerator is spoiling


I ain't bathed in a week, I was smellin' like pickles
I haven't taken a shower in a week, and I smelled bad


Street showin' no pities, still gettin' to the business
The streets are unforgiving, but I continue with my hustle


? break it down, sell nickels
? break it down, sell small amounts of drugs


Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail
Had to pay his bail to get him out of jail, spent the money


When flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper
When broke, recovered from a small-scale drug deal


I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin'
I don't even know anyone who's living the way I am


I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
I don't even know how many times I've been incarcerated


Shit get gangsta, we call ...
When things get tough, we call ...


Bought two things, had the third one off issue
Purchased two items, had issues with the third one


Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Two hundred and fifty-two grams on the scale, that's a kilo


Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Eighteen drug transactions, five hundred and four grams


Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Include an extra gram when you measure it with the ...


Real rap talk, keep it real, don't believe you
Speaking honestly, keeping it real, I don't trust you


When you get out of line, swear to God, I'ma leave you
When you cross the line, I promise I'll abandon you


Dirks cuts the water 'fore they kick a nigga dope
Dirks (razor blades) cut the dilution before they inspect my drugs


Try to flush it down the toilet but the dope just flow
Attempted to flush it down the toilet, but the drugs didn't go away


Tear gas from the cannon
Using tear gas from the gun


Everybody scramblin', but I ain't the one to panic
Everyone is panicking, but I don't get scared easily


Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket
Committed two murders in broad daylight, that's my crime


Tried to bird feed, cut through on my jacket
Tried to set me up, but I outsmarted them


And I take change, I'ma serve when they askin'
And when they ask for drugs, I'm willing to provide


Come from out of town, I'ma test, none or less
If they come from another town, I will test them, regardless




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Jayceon Taylor, Kevin Gilyard, MICHAEL F. HERNANDEZ, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, JARED RICO EVANS, RONALD FEREBEE JR., BRIAN DIMETREIS PICKENS, JAY W. JENKINS

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Dareyll Wanzer

One of my favorite joints. Still rocking it years later.

james smith

Love everybody's verse! Nobody outshine each other

Alec Hall

james smith the game>

Quan Wilson

Jeezy did

DRPX Toxic

He is a good raper

Smooth Criminal

Seijan Couto naw bruh

David Williams

Idk KG kinna spazed, I liked all 3 tho

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lefty206

Sometimes I've listened to this when I was going thru sh*t, and the song recharged me

Steph hawk

So true.

Gang Green

Big facts. Motivation musiq

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