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game – the documentary lyrics


[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 f-ckin 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
f-ck 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 doc-mentary

[verse 2]
if i die my n-gg-s, f-ck it
i did a song with mary blige, my n-gg-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 f-ckin with me n-gg-
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
f-ck 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 n-gg-
from compton u’ll ever hear
the first n-gg- only put out alb-ms
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 sh-t
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]