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[The Game]
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same

A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack {*whispered* - Compton}
Yeah that's the name of my hometown
And niggas just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city
Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence
And that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton

{*quiet scratching: "Born and raised in Compton"*}

[The Game]
Nowww Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dog
'til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die

They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly
Cause niggas gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and niggas can't win