The Game - I'm Looking lyrics

(feat. Blue Chip) [The Game] I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin jokes at them car games Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald What? This n***a only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin Any n***a with a chip on his shoulder, whattup n***a? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more talkin, just outline chalkin n***a Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" Gunnin bustin shots like f** the cops Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop Game the young Robin Hood of the block Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward n***az rock Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchco*k Kick in the door, wavin the four-four Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing [Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)] Yo, I'm just a ghetto n***a stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine Rain hits so we floodin the game When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man (And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) Hey yo I don't give a f** who you are, f** ya ice f** the block that you claim, f** your Bentley Azure (Dead presidents is all I represent) ('Til y'all met me y'all n***az ain't met gangsta yet) [The Game] Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's Gangbangin, dope traffic, sh** get crazy From where n***az grow up hard like dicks raised Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed 'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops f** a cell block, the young kid makin it happen Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson? I'm a gangsta, what else could I say? I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K 2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em n***az in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the sh** don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP [Chorus] [The Game] Real gangsters never talk sh**, handle they business f** the dry snitchin and b**hin, n***az die when them bullets fly Who f**in with him, ha? Not a n***a alive 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 sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy On the frontlines holdin a 9 Everyday a new chapter, my own n***az plottin on me Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first f**in with my dough, is the worst way to go Y'all know, n***az cry when them bullets burn slow dummy In and out of spots watchin my money If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, b**h n***a [Chorus]