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home invasion - the game lyrics

[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n*gga from compton
with a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
he got into some nonsense

[verse 1]
n*gga 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 n*ggas do not
f*ck 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
n*ggas jaw*jackin’ while the cars passin’
started jackin’ d*ckies, that’s our fashion
turn the lights off when the law’s flashin’
n*ggas in the field, playin’ all madden
assassin, we back*to*back in
impalas and cadillac
escalade, it’s matte black
with cactus sticks hangin’ out the back of it
n*ggas don’t know the half of it
we come through like we cappin’ sh*t
ski maskin’ sh*t, cl!ck*clackin’ sh*t
all in your mail, open packages
on this compton sh*t, demonic sh*t
chronic hits with confidence, ominous
obviously, probably be high as f*ck
and that’s why we trippin’ over minor sh*t
running over prominent
neighborhoods just to bring our mama sh*t
dominant n*gga sh*t
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
[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n*gga from compton
threw a rag in his pocket and start callin’ it bompton
he was nickel and dimin’, was the sign of the times when—
n*gga had to take a deep breath

[verse 2]
i tried walkin’ straight past him
i seen t*flats and they askin’
i got on my khakis, 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 tam’s
after that, walk all the way to athens
so what the f*ck 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 have 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 sh*t, 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 f*ck roaches
stack bread whether or not it got molded
all red, circle the block, it’s not over
ain’t lettin’ n*ggas get shot without motives
all dead n*ggas’ blocks we drive over
never look back or stop for y’all vultures
drive straight over the tops and got 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, f*ck 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 called your slice of the pie
and tell ’em they sp*ce in the sky
[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n*gga from bompton
with a flow like a monster who was movin’ that contraband
d*mn, y’all n*ggas is sick
you bet’ not hold your breath in this b*tch

[verse 3]
pressin’ the issue, new ‘vette
i’ma show you what the sh*t 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, n*ggas ain’t comin’ back
it’s a wrap, you can tell ’em i said it
n*gga been dead and we still ain’t dead it
and the whole block live, ten glock .9s
everybody on they lives, n*gga
my team vers’ your team
middle of the sofi, tell ’em take a dive, n*gga
black lives matter, don’t they?
but n*ggas k!ll n*ggas, won’t they?
pull up on the corner, leave you laid out
next to the lady sellin’ elote
it’s “gang*gang” ’til it’s time to roleplay
he was ballin’ at a n*gga, oj
we in and out and we ain’t have to crochet
i’m a smooth criminal, annie, are you okay?
i was robbin’ n*ggas, i was jackin’ for beats
i was baldhead with my khakis creased
jumpin’ over fences with the athletes feet
i was off to 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—

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