For My Gangstaz Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

(scratched:) "Livin in Compton, California C-A" 

Charlie O, drop that hot shit 

(The Game) 

Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain 

Since a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine 

They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caine 

I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came 

Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game 

Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame 

But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks 

Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with Puff 

So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glock 

And 50 G's say you leave in a box 

When I fuck Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac 

Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock 

"It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your block 

Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot 

It's different in my hood, only time we take shots 

is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block 

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(Chorus) 

This is for the gangster, in me 

This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew 

This is for the gangster, in me 

This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue 

(Verse Two) 

I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream 

I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens 

Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip 

My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip 

State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay 

Like Clint Eastwood, make my day 

Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paid 

In the end, all they get is played 

Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade 

Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey 

And I don't give a fuck if you really don't like me 

It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy 

One of the best I might be, it really don't matter 

When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way 

I bust bad bitches night and day 

I make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say 

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(Chorus) 

(The Game) 

... Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisis 

And ride with the West we got lower coat prices 

You know me the king of L.A., New York 

Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water 

You want X? I can cover the order 

Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter 

Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter 

Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder 

Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me 

Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T 

My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now 

'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties 

So it's hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treys 

A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys 

And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie 

I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really? 

(Chorus)