Lirik Lagu Documentary [DVD] - The Game
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[Boy talks to lady to start the song]
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]What happened in hip hopThat got pac and big shotThe thicks blocksNow every rapper claimHe let his clique popBut even myself tote a gunTo know the run then get shotIve been there beforeNow im fuckin with doc(Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers)If 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 priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save himIm far from religiousBut i got beliefs, so 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 x2]Im 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 it, illmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY
[Verse 2]If i die my niggas, fuck itI did a song with Mary Blige, my 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 finger roughFuck the worldCause im fellin like puffWhen life after death hitMo' money, mo' 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 (Commentator)](You know what speakin of JayThat just makes me roll downNow your song westside story)Ohh Ohh(You got a line that saysDont wear throwbacksOr drive, ride in maybacks,Is that a shot at Jay?)Naa, i was talkin about Ja RuleYeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot ofRespect for JayYou know what im sayingI never take shots at legendsThats just something i dont do
[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]Let 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 Rhymes(son duck is sick)Told to Jay and Doc Dre.I could finally put the shoes onNow that the rumors of Rakim and cube goneThe q goneThey say truth hurtsChunk, like 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 x2]
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]What happened in hip hopThat got pac and big shotThe thicks blocksNow every rapper claimHe let his clique popBut even myself tote a gunTo know the run then get shotIve been there beforeNow im fuckin with doc(Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers)If 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 priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save himIm far from religiousBut i got beliefs, so 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 x2]Im 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 it, illmaticAnd thats THE DOCUMENTARY
[Verse 2]If i die my niggas, fuck itI did a song with Mary Blige, my 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 finger roughFuck the worldCause im fellin like puffWhen life after death hitMo' money, mo' 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 (Commentator)](You know what speakin of JayThat just makes me roll downNow your song westside story)Ohh Ohh(You got a line that saysDont wear throwbacksOr drive, ride in maybacks,Is that a shot at Jay?)Naa, i was talkin about Ja RuleYeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot ofRespect for JayYou know what im sayingI never take shots at legendsThats just something i dont do
[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]Let 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 Rhymes(son duck is sick)Told to Jay and Doc Dre.I could finally put the shoes onNow that the rumors of Rakim and cube goneThe q goneThey say truth hurtsChunk, like 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 x2]
