Game - The Documentary Lyrics
[Boy talks to lady to start the song][Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]What happened in hip hopThat got Pac and Big shotThe thicks blocksNow every rapper claimHe let his clique popBut even myself told the gunTo know the run then get shotIve been there beforeNow im *****in with doc(Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers)If not i push rocksAnticipatin my incarcerationMedia think im fakin like masonBut when it comes to mase***** R Kelly i dont take it in the faceI find out who sprayed itAnd im putting you under the pavementNo buddhist priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save himIm far from religiousBut i got beliefs, so i putCannary yellow diamondsIn my jesus pieceI came back from the deadWithout a part of my chestLayed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrestI waited for 3 yearsWhile everybody else droppedNow i understand why NASDid a song with his pops[CHORUS x2]Im ready to dieWithout a reasonable doubtSmoke chronic and hit itDoggy style before i go outUntil they sign my death certificateAll eyez on meIm still at it, illmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY[Verse 2]If i die my niggas, ***** itI did a song with Mary Blige, my niggasGot a hook from FaithNo verse from JayI guess on westside storyHe thought i spit in his faceI told Ed Lover and Monie LuvI was talkin to JaWith that mayback lineIt was payback timeKeep *****in with me niggaIll put you under meTake your car and trade it inFor eight 3 hundred C'sIf you cross my TI dot your I'sYou'll do life in a cementaryIll do mine with ShyneCome home sit in the thrownWith my legs crossedAnd my air forceMiddle finger up***** the worldCause im fellin like PuffWhen life after death hitMo' money, mo' problemsAnd i lost my best friendIm the second dopest niggaFrom compton u'll ever hearThe first nigga only put out albumsEvery 7 years (haha)[Game (Commentator)](You know what speakin of JayThat just makes me roll downNow your song westside story)Ohh Ohh(You got a line that saysDont wear throwbacksOr drive, ride in maybacks,Is that a shot at Jay?)Naa, i was talkin about Ja RuleYeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot ofRespect for JayYou know what im sayingI never take shots at legendsThats just something i dont do[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]Let me tell you why i do this shitIm a son of a gunCause moms was a hoover cripFirst day i got signedI had to prove i spitFreestyle with Busta Rhymes(son dude is sick)The prodigy of Doc Dre.I could finally put the shoes onNow that the rumors of Rakim and Cube goneThey say truth hurtsSunk, like quick sandDont stop me in trafficAnd ask about hitmanI gotta restore the feelinIt crawled from under the rockAfter the dog poundCrushed the buildingsI got a family to feedIm the middle of 9 childrenWe can talk about a loanAfter i sell 5 millionIf i tell you i aint gameAnd i dont know Dre.You gonn do me like x-zibitAnd cut half of my face?I take all the creditFor putting the westBack on the mapIf you aint feelin thatguess im Gorilla Black!!
