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THE GAME lyrics : "Graveyard"

Welcome to the graveyard
Where everybody like to pray: allahu akbar
You scared to say "god?" they call me game because I play hard

So get your helmets and your face guards
I spit holy water, lets have a face off: nicholas cage
They say the boy is off the chain like two pits in a cage

Your girl say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades
Respect the rules up in this %#@! so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get spayed like windex with them twin techs

I'll raid on top of insects. ^!$$%s die $#&@in they family
Oh, where I'm from they call that "incest"
Open the bible, good book serves it's purpose for shook crooks

Heavenly father, I think we in heaven, be a good look
Sing the hook:


In this heartless world that I live in
I have learned that I can't depend on love
It hasn't made me a saint

So I'mma take it all with me to the graveyard

The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it look

They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks
And nas told ^!$$%s they was shooting and they'd look
^!$$%s rhyme about banging, getting whooped on facebook

Now put that on your wall, I put that on the wall
I shot-call and brawl quicker than jon wall
I'm killing these ^!$$%s, bought everything last year

And wasn't feeling these ^!$$%s. I mean I was numb last year
Wasn't feeling you ^!$$%s. came back
To sell a few more mil on you ^!$$%s

Toast! I'm in the phantom, nah ^!$$% I ain't scared of no ghost
Cause all the dead rapper's albums are selling the most


Some say the 3rd verse puts ^!$$%s in a hearse
Since I was born jay, guess I'm the gift & the curse
Lot of bloods out here, but ^!$$% I did it first

Still blood out here that's why I'm up in the church
Still repenting for my sins, but not all the way
Cause I just rode up in the benz and handed homie the k

What he gon do with it? probably run up on your crew with it
That's what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it
Now I just lean back, '72 with it

Sell it to a ^!$$% down south, he act a fool with it
Back to them haters and the stool-pigeons
You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living?

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