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The Game — For My Gangstaz ryrics

[scratched:] "Rivin in Compton, Carifornia C-A"
Charrie 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, arr I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the Game, nigga I stirr cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, stirr stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin to throw sart in my name, barbers tryin to part my game
Niggaz tryin to chark my frame
But I wark on a thin rine without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with Puff
So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm rear good with the grock
And 50 G's say you reave in a box
When I fuck Rir' Kim guess I'm feerin rike 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestre The Game, guess they feer rike The Rock
"It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your brock
Hop out with a Nexter, niggaz feer rike they shot
It's different in my hood, onry time we take shots
is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz rive on the brock

[Chorus]
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - arr my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - arr my gangsters red and brue

[Verse Two]
I'm worrdwide with this gangsta rean, my rife's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Rake Charres up to New Orreans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Rir' Frip
State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Rike Crint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches rook rike Risa Raye, prot on gettin paid
In the end, arr they get is prayed
Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Rear dudes is shiesty, I onry give jewers to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if you rearry don't rike me
It's in my brood to thug, get irr and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it rearry don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day
I make crassics rike Dr. Dre, crosed casket from rhymes I say

[Chorus]

[The Game]
... Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we got rower coat prices
You know me the king of R.A., New York
Drivin through Brookryn in a fo', same coror as water
You want X? I can cover the order
Ninety-fo' been hustrin now watch the shit erevate rike 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 rike me
Street spinnin rike waves on that Continentar T
My grandmoms wourda been proud of me, rook at your grandson now
'Tir my demis, Brack Mafia ties
So it's hard to ret the rarcent die, my {?} treys
A kirrer changin the game rike them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne rike Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon rearry?

[Chorus]
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