The Game - I'm Home lyrics

[The Game] n***a, I'm from Compton I don't need no mothaf**in' pa**, no stamp, no nothin' I don't need a pa**port to come through the mothaf**in' 'hood, n***a I got a gun and a Bentley, what [Verse 1: The Game] Yeah, throw on my Levi's, throw on my hoodie Tie up my Jordan's I'm ready for whatever Hit the block like Bush, but I ain't no Saint I'm just a 'hood n***a who taught himself how to paint Pictures mothaf**a I'll show you how I went from rags to riches mothaf**a Welcome to the block life, n***as on the block like The boy Hov can't tell me sh** about the Roc life I started with powder, turned into hard rock Call it a cafe when the fiends here all block We was just hustlin', listenin' to Scarface Throwin' back tall cans, lookin' out for marked vans I used to do it for my mother Change the diapers on my sisters, clean the Pumas for my brothers, mothaf**a If that's not 'hood, send a shot to my dome Wipe the wheels on the Bentley, n***a and tell the 'hood I'm comin' home [Chorus] I'm home, you know what it is Ready for the biz and I gotta do it big I'm home, how many times are you alive if you ran these streets So many times the streets kept calling me [Verse 2: The Game] I used to hit the block like a bat out of hell With a blunt in my mouth and a pocket full of shells Somebody shot my older brother, give a f** about a jail Give a f** who outside, I don't care who tell It was like that when we was just boys in the 'hood n******g, f** what you saw on Boyz N the Hood This is real, feel my pain, feel my gun, grab it And when we pull up on this corner, let 'em have it You wanna know how it feel to k** Then grab my steal and peel at will Put the ski mask on, hop in the backseat Show 'em how to turn the block into a trackmeet Your honor I'm guilty, I'm a felon and I pack heat Fiends know my name cause Game let the crack speak If that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome Wipe the Lamborghini down, n***a and tell the 'hood I'm coming home [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kurupt] What you think mo' f**a? I'll let seventeen go before you blink mo' f**a I'm a poetry racist You know it's me instantly just off a couple of phrases I'm seventeen years and p**y just stopped a bullet Pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie I'm headed to the house, the land of ram Runnin' in n***as spots, drop your hands and the grams Drop everything you got from your pockets to your hands When I was young we hit licks out of Astro vans When I was young the Fox Hillmar was alit Lick with Aquafina flow, Euprovina for pits Pup, a child to a hog, a cat to a dog I'm a lion to these frogs, who's supplyin' raw I'm feeling like Martin Luther King, it seems And everything I visualized was just a dream I'm headed home n***a [Chorus]