Текст песни: Game, The - The Documentary



[Game (DRE) ] (Verse 1)





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 told the gun


to know the run then get shot


Ive been there before


now im fuckin with doc


(Gotta do them calvin broadus numbers)


if not i push rocks


Anticipatin my encarceration


media think im fakin like mason


but when it comes to mase


fuck 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


canary yellow diamonds


in 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 everybody 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 niggas, fuck it


i did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas


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 and Monie Luv


i was talkin to Ja


with that mayback line


it was payback time


keep fuckin with me nigga


ill put you under me


take your car and trade it in


for eight 3 hundred C`s


if you cross my T


i dot your I`s


you`d do life in a cementary


ill do mine with shyne


come home sit in the thrown


with my legs crossed


and my air force


middle finger up


fuck the world


cause im feelin like puff


when life after death hit


mo` money, mo` problems


and i lost my best friend


im the second dopest nigga


from compton u`ll ever hear


the first nigga 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, I mean, 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 shit


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 duke is sick)


The protege of Doc Dre


i could finally put the shoes on


now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone


they say truth hurts


sunk, 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 gon 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


Guess im Gorilla Black!





(CHORUS)x2





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[Game (DRE) ] (Verse 1)





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 told the gun


to know the run then get shot


Ive been there before


now im fuckin with doc


(Gotta do them calvin broadus numbers)


if not i push rocks


Anticipatin my encarceration


media think im fakin like mason


but when it comes to mase


fuck 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


canary yellow diamonds


in 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 everybody 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 niggas, fuck it


i did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas


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 and Monie Luv


i was talkin to Ja


with that mayback line


it was payback time


keep fuckin with me nigga


ill put you under me


take your car and trade it in


for eight 3 hundred C`s


if you cross my T


i dot your I`s


you`d do life in a cementary


ill do mine with shyne


come home sit in the thrown


with my legs crossed


and my air force


middle finger up


fuck the world


cause im feelin like puff


when life after death hit


mo` money, mo` problems


and i lost my best friend


im the second dopest nigga


from compton u`ll ever hear


the first nigga 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, I mean, 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 shit


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 duke is sick)


The protege of Doc Dre


i could finally put the shoes on


now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone


they say truth hurts


sunk, 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 gon 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


Guess im Gorilla Black!





(CHORUS)x2





(DOCUMENTARY)
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