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the game - where i'm from (compton) lyrics

[verse 1]
ay man, f-ck this n-gga, i’m one of the toughest n-ggas
bring the most hardcore or the buffest n-gga, watch out let me snuff this n-gga
who that? the true rap vet, pull up in two black vettes, just me and tommy
a bunch of bounty hunters behind me
do it the ski mask way, i’m a legend in the making, go ask jay
bars smokin’ hot like roaches in the ash tray
king amongst kings, just remember one thing
many tried and died, i’m speakin’ on n-ggas that wanted my bling
pull first, blast, i ended up takin’ they sh-t
back to the studio, turn it up, back to makin’ them hits
i got two sons, two guns, used to beef with these two bums
thought about lettin’ off two shots to watch his crew run
contimplated puttin’ money on they head but it’s just rap
hit nas, he told me “don’t get down like that”
it’s time to strategize, f-ck b-tches have ’em feed me grapes
but all i could do is think about this 40 eatin’ your face
you mothaf-ckas just don’t know how the beef was erased
i ain’t call him, he called jeezy, jeezy called so we straight
for now, but i still got one brow to the ceilin’
and a loaded glock .45 that’s ready for peelin’
i make a call, more k!llin’, you make it out, lord willin’
see life is a card game and i’m the mothaf-ckin’ dealer
i see you, where the k!llas? see your chain, where the millions
walk with me, i’ll show you where benjamin franklin is livin’

[hook]
cough up a lung, where i’m from
compton son, ain’t nothin’ nice

[verse 2]
i f-ck with the kayslays the clues, drama the dj poohs
whether or not they f-ck with me, i’m like jay i will not lose
been winnin’ since the beginning, before dre, before my records was spinnin’
i was down in that chowls f-ckin’ the finest women
ask your favorite r&b b-tches, pick one
any one, i d-cked ’em, never l!cked ’em, she looked good till she spit c-m
used to bang her like a kick drum, she’d be screamin’ and sh-t
yellin’ my name, just think ten years back i was dreamin’ this sh-t
thinkin’ ’bout whippin’ a sports car, you know the beamer is sick
blowin’ out the sunroof, gangsta leanin’ and sh-t
maybe i’m trippin’ cause g-ngb-ngin’ was all i knew
grew up in a crip neighborhood used to wanna be snoop
after my brother died i could’ve swore i would end up in blue
whoever knew young jay would turn out to be a piru
stole a red rag from the liquor store and started a crew
where g-ngb-ngin’ is just somethin’ to do
mothaf-ckas

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m from where the old people say “put your gat away” and they bang donny hathaway
and the o.g.’s is trippin’ cause lil n-ggas ain’t wear they rag today
same ‘hood where game good
see yellow tape and white chalk where the lames stood, all the news reporters blame suge
some n-ggas ain’t from here and need a ghetto p-ss to come here
where old english is more than just a dumb beer
grew up across the tracks but i been on this side for some years
witnessed too much pain to tattoo it all in one tear
some n-ggas move away and never ever come back
they say compton died with eazy, guess who bringin’ it back
no disrespect to other rappers i just made it here first
inverse my verse you silly mothaf-ckas makin’ it worse

[hook]

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