The 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 Tote A GunTo Know The Run Then Get ShotIve Been There BeforeNow Im *****in With Doc(gotta Do The Calvin Broadus Numbers)If Not I Push RocksIntisipatin My EncarcerationMedia 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 Babtist Pastor Can Save HimIm Far From ReligiousBut I Got Beliefs, So I PutCannary Yellow DiamondsOn My Jesus PeaceI Came Back From The DeadWithout A Part Of My ChestLayed In A Hospital Bed On Cardiac ArrestI Waited For 3 YearsWhile Everyone Else DroppedNow I Understand Why NasDid A Song With His Pop[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 & Moni LoveI 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 Dodt Your EyesYou'd Do Life In A CementaryI'll Do Mine With ShyneCome Home Sit In The ThrownWith My Legs CrossedAnd My Air ForceMiddle Finger Rough***** 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 Duck Is Sick)Told To Jay And Doc Dre.I Could Finally Put The Shoes OnNow That The Rumors Of Rakim And Cube GoneThe Q GoneThey Say Truth HurtsChunk, 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 ThatGo Sign Gorilla Black!!
