It Must Be Me Lyrics - Game

Wake up in the mornin', oh, shit 

Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch 

Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence 

I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch 

Let off a couple shots, goddamn, I missed 

Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip 

I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liquor 

Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga 

See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K. 

Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze 

That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons 

Shoot a nigga, he die, public enemy number one 

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But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit 

When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus 

So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga 

When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Is it the shades? Is it the J's? 

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? 

Or the old school sittin' on glaze? 

What could it be? 

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher 

'Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home 

Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen 

K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that green 

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams 

Turn hood zombies into an Olympic track team 

Till I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene 

Had to clear my life up, Doc. gave me the vaccine 

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Don't get it twisted, I still click clack things 

Red beam attached to each and every strap 

That I keep locked up in my basement 

If I shoot a nigga will I be known 

For gettin' Jason, I don't know 

Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases 

Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas with scarred faces 

And we go back like D-boys with small faces 

And we crashin' them Ferraris like y'all hate me 

Pharrell I think it's 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Is it the shades? Is it the J's? 

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? 

Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be? 

(You know they ass is full) 

Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit 

I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith 

All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit 

Hit the fence like later, Syonara or we the dirt shit 

Black rose phantom interior hurt shit 

And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches 

Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to Common 

But Game keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy 

Never stop comin' for the top 

If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla headshot 

Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame 

My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein 

Can't walk through the club and take a piss 

Without these new school rap niggas on my dick 

Why you fuck around with you jewelry and all your wrist? 

I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me 

Is it the shades? Is it the J's? 

Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? 

Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be? 

Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty 

Do you thing shawty, err'body lookin' now 

Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty 

Do you thing shawty, err'body lookin' now 

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body lookin' now 

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body lookin' now