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the game - for my gangstaz lyrics

{-scratched: “livin in compton, california c-a”-}
charlie o, drop that hot sh-t

[the game]
motherf-cker 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, n-gg- i still cop ‘caine
i ain’t moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
b-tches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game
n-gg-z tryin to chalk my frame
but i walk on a thin line without scuffin my chucks
bad boyyyyy, and i f-ck with puff
so bring the guns if you want n-gg-; i’m real good with the glock
and 50 g’s say you leave in a box
when i f-ck lil’ kim guess i’m feelin like ‘pac
n-gg-z 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, n-gg-z feel like they shot
it’s different in my hood, only time we take shots
is when the dodgers did good, my n-gg-z live on the block

[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 b-tches 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 f-ck if you really don’t like me
it’s in my blood to thug, get i’ll 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 b-tches night and day
i make cl-ssics like dr. dre, closed casket from rhymes i say

[chorus]

[the game]
… gon’ move in on your rock, say f-ck 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 sh-t 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, n-body 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]

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