I'm Looking - The Game 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_gga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin
Any n_gga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup n_gga?
You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talkin, just outline chalkin
N_gga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running"
Gunnin bustin shots like f_ck 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_ggaz rock
Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock
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_gga 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_ck who you are, f_ck ya ice
F_ck the block that you claim, f_ck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all n_ggaz 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_t get crazy
From where n_ggaz grow up hard like d_cks 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_ck 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_ggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album
But the sh_t 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_t, handle they business
F_ck the dry snitchin and b_tchin, n_ggaz die when them bullets fly
Who f_ckin with him, ha? Not a n_gga 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_ggaz plottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first
F_ckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, n_ggaz 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_tch n_gga
[Chorus]
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