The Game - Home Invasion lyrics

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
With a militant mindset and
An innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense
Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house
Black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'
Cook the dope, take it out of the pot
Rock it up then we back on the block
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin'
Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion
Turn the lights off when in lost fashion
Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden
Assassin, we back-to back in
Impalas and Cadillac
Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks
Hangin' out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we cappin' shit
Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonish it
Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous
Obviously, probably be high as fuck
And that's why we trippin'
I'ma mind this shit
Running over prominent neighborhoods just to
Bring our mama shit
Dominant niggas shit
They gon' wish they left us
On the biggest continent
Hood politics, the drama gets
Sticky, hollow tips
I'm lettin' off fifty
Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy
Promise this is payback for Nipsey

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
Through a rag in his pocket
And start callin' it Bompton
He was nickel and dimin'
It was the sign of the times when-
Nigga had to take a deep breath
I tried walkin' straight past him
I see T-Flats and they askin'
I got on my kakis
My rag is hangin' out the
Back under my backpack
And all my homies in a casket
That's why I'm standin' in the
Gap with this ratchet
Tryna get to Tams after that walk
All the way to Athens
So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up
My daddy always told me that
I had to toughen up
I got my hat backwards and the strap back in
I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up
I've been outside since I was jumped in
In my hood, they call that Double Dutch
This Cedar Block where heaters pop
And we catch fades, come get this uppercut
Back home with the lights off and the roaches
Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus
Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless
Used to play ball
Dribble the rock and fuck roaches
Stack bread whether or not it got molded
IRS circle the block, it's not over
Ain't lettin' niggas get
Shot without motives
All dead niggas' blocks we drive over
Never look back or stop for y'all vultures
Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus
Ready or not, we 'bout to take over
We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em
Boulders is rollin' like Otis
Tempted to take the controller out your hand
Fuck my composure
Windows get rolled down
We smokin', enemies
Opps and whoever
Outside, no matter the weather
Handguns is light as a feather
Fly off the handle, you die, no
We ain't waitin' to ride
We cop your slice of the pie and
Tell 'em they spacin' the sky

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton
With a flow like a monster
Who was movin' that contraband
Damn, y'all niggas is sick
You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch
Pressin' the issue, new vet
I'ma show you what the shit do
New TEC and it's military issue
See blood so it definitely hit you
Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?
Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual
To see his opps standin' in the background
Laugh now
No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now
Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap
Niggas ain't comin' back
It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it
Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it
And the whole block live, ten Glock
.9s, everybody on they lives
Nigga
My team vs. your team, they don't want
A sofa, tell 'em take a dive
Nigga
Black lives matter, don't they?
But niggas kill niggas
Won't they?
Pull up on the corner
Leave you laid out next to
The lady sellin' alote
It's "Gang gang" 'til it's
Time to roleplay
He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ
We in and out and we ain't have to crochet
I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay?
I was robbin' niggas
I was jackin' for beats
I was baldhead when my khakis creased
Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed?
I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat
Never met D Wade yet
Never hit the 101 Freeway yet
In the game but ain't say EA yet
Outkast ain't made 3K yet
I was in your house, like-