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The Game Soundtrack lyrics The Documentary lyrics What happened in hip hop That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now I'm fuckin with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not I push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration Media think I'm fakin like mason But when it comes to mase Fuck R kelly I don't take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest catholic or babtist pastor can save him I'm far from religious But i got beliefs so I put cannary yellow diamonds on my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everyone else dropped Now I understand why NAS Did a song with his pop [CHORUS x2] I'm ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before I go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me I'm still at it illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY If I die my niggas fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought I spit in his face I told am lovin only luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga I'll put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I dodge your (?) You'd do life in a cementary I'll do mine with sean Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause I'm fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money mo' problems And I lost my best friend I'm the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive ride in maybacks Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa I was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah So Yeah I got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something I don't do [Verse 3 - Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why I do this shit I'm a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day I got signed I had to prove I spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre I could finally put the shoes on Now that the room was a rock cave The q gone They say truth hurts Chunk, like quick sand Don't stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed I'm the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After I sell 5 million If I tell you I ain't game And I dont know Dre You gonn do me like x-zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you ain't feelin that Go sign Gorilla Black!!! [CHORUS x2] (DOCUMENTARY) Other The Game Soundtrack lyrics: Dreams lyrics Hate It Or Love It (Feat. 50 Cent) lyrics Higher lyrics How We Do (Feat. 50 Cent) lyrics Like Father, Like Son (Feat. Busta Rhymes) lyrics No More Fun & Games lyrics Put You On The Game lyrics Special (Feat. Nate Dogg) lyrics Start From Scratch (Feat. Marsha From Floetry) lyrics We Ain't (Feat. Eminem) lyrics Westside Story (Feat. 50 Cent) lyrics |