Bulletproof Diaries - Game
[Raekwon] Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the flo' Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, niggas couldn't see 'em with gazelles Frontin' ass niggas, go hang with Pharrell Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I Did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieve's Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin' O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the Fuck, tryna blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin' ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin' in a pile of ones) [Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin' to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, Hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin' warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amazon) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Raekwon] Yeah, frontin' on us nigga, it's like It's like racin' a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You goin' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silver back sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better Stay out our brunch meetin' Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin' Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga Jumped, this is front season [Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these niggas know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin' our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin' down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who goin' deal? [Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of niggas might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man All them real general niggas man All them niggas that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hundred my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or somethin' man, know what I'm sayin'? Sip on some motherfuckin', Don Julio or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'? With two foul rings on, you know what I'm sayin'? Couple of mean Guatemalans with us Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga Niggas ain't seen them colors man
Artist: Game
Title: Bulletproof Diaries