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THE GAME lyrics : "The Documentary"

[Boy talks to lady to start the song]

[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]

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 tote a gun

To know the run then get shot
Ive been there before
Now im $#&@in with doc

(Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers)
If not i push rocks
Intisipatin my encarceration

Media think im fakin like mason
But when it comes to mase
$#&@ 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

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]
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


[Verse 2]
If i die my ^!$$%s, $#&@ it

I did a song with Mary Blige, my ^!$$%s
Got a hook from faith
No verse from Jay

I guess on westside story
He thought i spit in his face
I told Ed Lover & Moni Love

I was talkin to Ja
With that mayback line
It was payback time

Keep $#&@in with me ^!$$%
Ill put you under me
Take your car and trade it in

For eight 3 hundred C's
If you cross my T
I dodt your eyes

You'd do life in a cementary
I'll do mine with shyne
Come home sit in the thrown

With my legs crossed
And my air force
Middle finger rough

$#&@ 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 ^!$$%

From compton u'll ever hear
The first ^!$$% 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 dont do

[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]
Let me tell you why i do this %#@!
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 duck is sick)
Told to Jay and Doc Dre.

I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and cube gone
The q gone
They say truth hurts
Chunk, 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 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 aint feelin that
Go sign Gorilla Black!!!

[Chorus x2]

(DOCUMENTARY)

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