Im Looking Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop 

Cats tellin' jokes at them car games seen big face hundreds 

Handle the rock like Nate Archibald, what? This nigga only sixteen 

And I wanted to be, just like him middle school fightin' 

Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? 

You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me 

No more talkin', just outline chalkin' 

Nigga witta attitude from birth, 100 Miles and Running 

Gunnin' bustin' shots like fuck the cops 

Notorious for burnin' blocks, weavin' in and out of traffic and chop 

Game the young Robin Hood of the block 

Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock 

Second comin' of this black Alfred Hitchcock 

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four 

Ten shots to your spleen 

Let them violins sing 

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Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game 

Young'uns runnin' with 'caine 

Rain hits so we floodin' the game 

When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man 

(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) 

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice 

Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure 

(Dead presidents is all I represent) 

('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet) 

Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's 

Gangbangin', dope traffic, shit get crazy 

From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised 

Them hustlin' guns like nicks players, we got mouths to feed 

'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek 

In that pine box, I'm buyin' rocks, eyein' cops 

Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin' it happen 

Who you think got them fiends runnin' back like Bo Jackson? 

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I'm a gangsta, what else could I say? 

I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K 

2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. 

Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play 

Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em 

Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album 

But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G 

Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP 

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game 

Young'uns runnin' with 'caine 

Rain hits so we floodin' the game 

When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man 

(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) 

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice 

Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure 

(Dead presidents is all I represent) 

('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet) 

Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business 

Fuck the dry snitchin' and bitchin', niggaz die when them bullets fly 

Who fuckin' with him, ha? Not a nigga alive 

End up dead in that 5 

He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe 

Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin'? 

Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy 

On the front lines holdin' a 9 

Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin' on me 

Tryin' to hit me but they won't get me 

Feel the semi first fuckin' with my dough, is the worst way to go 

Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy 

In and out of spots watchin' my money 

If one dollar come up missin' bodies start to come up missin' 

No one too heavy for the expedition, piss on your corpse 

Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga 

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game 

Young'uns runnin' with 'caine 

Rain hits so we floodin the game 

When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man 

(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) 

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice 

Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure 

(Dead presidents is all I represent) 

('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)