The Game - For My Gangstaz lyrics

[scratched:] "Livin in Compton, California C-A" Charlie O, drop that hot sh** [The Game] Motherf**er 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***a I still cop 'caine I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came b**hes tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game n***az tryin to chalk my frame But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks Bad Boyyyyy, and I f** with Puff So bring the guns if you want n***a; I'm real good with the glock And 50 G's say you leave in a box When I f** Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac n***az 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***az feel like they shot It's different in my hood, only time we take shots is when the Dodgers did good, my n***az 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**hes 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 j**els to wifey And I don't give a f** if you really don't like me It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy One of the best I might be, it really don't matter When I bust, s**er MC's scatter, gettin out of my way I bust bad b**hes night and day I make cla**ics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say [Chorus] [The Game] ... Gon' move in on your rock, say f** 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** 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, nobody 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 k**er 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]