The Game, JT - The Streetz Of Compton lyrics

G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
I see you done put together
One of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C-P T
Better known as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne
Y'knahmsayin?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean? Yarra

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
(Compton) Yeah that's the name
Of my hometown
I'm goin down, in the town
Where my name is all around
A nigga just be hatin and shit
That's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city

Where they actin a fool
And they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game
He was stackin his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread
Never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

See my lyrics are double or nothin provin
To suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4
And six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin
Or tryin to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo'
So
That's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work
On these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton

Nowww Compton is a place
Where all my niggaz chill dog
'til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago
Somebody musta wanted me to die
Cause they kicked in the door
And gave the young kid five
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
Because I got the C-P T
Style written across my chest
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 niggaz gettin all stirred up
I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P T-O-N