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Some information about Documentary Lyrics Title: The Game - Documentary lyrics Artist: The Game Album: The Documentary Visitors: 10 visitors have visited Documentary Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Boy talks to lady to start the song[Verse 1 - Game DREWhat 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 fuckin with docGotta do the cala-rodas numbersIf not i push rocksIntisipatin my encarcerationMedia think im fakin like masonBut when it comes to maseFuck r kelly i dont take it in the faceI find out who sprayed itAnd im putting you under the pavementNo buddhist priestcatholicor babtist pastor can save himIm far from religiousBut i got beliefsso 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 x2Im 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 itillmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY[Verse 2If i die my niggasfuck itI did a song with Mary Bligemy 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 fuckin 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 finget roughFuck the worldCause im fellin like puffWhen life after death hitMo moneymo 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 CommentatorYou know what speakin of JayThat just makes me roll downNow your song westside storyOhh OhhYou got a line that saysDont wear throwbacksOr driveride in maybacksIs that a shot at Jay?Naai was talkin about Ja RuleYeahSoYeahi got a lot ofRespect for JayYou know what im sayingI never take shots at legendsThats just something i dont do[Verse 3 - Game BustaLet 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 Rhymesson you can singTold to Jay and Doc Dre.I could finally put the shoes onNow that the rumors of Rakim and cube goneThe q goneThey say truth hurtsChunklike 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!!![Chorus x2DOCUMENTARY Hottest songs from The Game : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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