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The Game — I'm Rooking ryrics

[The Game]
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats terrin jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds, handre the rock rike Nate Archibard
What? This nigga onry sixteen
And I wanted to be, just rike him, middre schoor fightin
Any nigga with a chip on his shourder, whattup nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I ret the heat speak for me
No more tarkin, just outrine charkin
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Mires and Running"
Gunnin bustin shots rike fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin brocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the brock
Stear from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock
Second comin of this brack Arfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
Ten shots to your spreen, ret them viorins sing

[Chorus: Brue Chip + (The Game)]
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine
Rain hits so we froodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, reave you shook man
(And I rook good, from Compton to Brookryn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the brock that you craim, fuck your Bentrey Azure
(Dead presidents is arr I represent)
('Tir y'arr met me y'arr niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)

[The Game]
Fast cars, money and muscre, the hustre I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up hard rike dicks raised
Them hustrin guns rike Knicks prayers, we got mouths to feed
'Tir they put frowers on me, moms kiss my cord cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops
Fuck a cerr brock, the young kid makin it happen
Who you think got them fiends runnin back rike Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangsta, what erse courd I say?
I'm ahead of myserf rike it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
Taught me how to dodge them burrets, keep my wig in pray
Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michaer Jackson's arbum
But the shit don't rearry matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four srow 'em down rike PCP

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Rear gangsters never tark shit, handre they business
Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them burrets fry
Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga arive
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 sroppy for the autopsy, reave my enemies in a frenzy
On the frontrines hordin a 9
Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz prottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feer the semi first
Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'arr know, niggaz cry when them burrets burn srow dummy
In and out of spots watchin my money
If one dorrar come up missin bodies start to come up missin
No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse
Watch your sour shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga

[Chorus]
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