The Game

The Game - The Documentary lyrics

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[Boy talks to lady to start the song]</p>

<p>[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]</p>

<p>What happened in hip hop

they 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 im fuckin with doc

(Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers)

If not i push rocks

Intisipatin my encarceration

Media think im fakin like mason

But when it comes to mase

Fuck r kelly i dont 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

Im far from religious

But i got beliefs, so i put

Cannary yellow diamonds

in 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</p>

<p>[CHORUS x2]</p>

<p>Im 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

Im still at it, illmatic

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY</p>

<p>[Verse 2]</p>

<p>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

Ill 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 eyes

You'd do life in a cementary

Ill do mine with shine

Come home sit in the thrown

With my legs crossed

And my air force

Middle finget rough

Fuck the world

Cause im fellin like puff

When life after death hit

Mo' money, mo' problems

And i lost my best friend

Im the second dopest nigga

From compton u'll ever hear

The first nigga only put out albums

Every 7 years (haha)</p>

<p>[Game (Commentator)]

(You know what speakin of Jay

That just makes me in more doubt

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 dont do</p>

<p>[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]

Let me tell you why i do this shit

Im 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 that dude can sing)

The protijay of Doc Dre.

I could finally put the shoes on

Now that the rumours of rock,

kim and cube gone

They say truth hurts

sunk, like quick sand

Dont 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

Im the middle of 9 children

We can talk about a loan

After i sell 5 million

If i tell you i aint game

And i dont know Dre.

You gonna 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 aint feelin that

Go sign Gorilla Black!!!</p>

<p>[CHORUS x2]</p>

<p>Im 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

Im still at it, illmatic

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY</p>

<p>(DOCUMENTARY)</p>

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