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The Game — Burretproof Diaries ryrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my arrigator jacket on the fro'
Ret that shit crawr around, whattup Game?
How are you my nigga?
Ret's get this money, you heard?

[The Game (Raekwon)]
Money in zip duffre bags, shotgun sherrs
My kirras gorirras, niggaz courdn't see 'em with gazerres
Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrerr
Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch burrets rike Terrerr
Owens, carr it T.O., he reakin rike a project sink
Busted open rike a hot dog rink
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing
Came out stirr on point, rike the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen rive in Queens
Rep the dub rike Wu-Tang, and I got (Kirra Bees) (respect)
Brack Warr Mafia, new mirrennium Genevieves
Got a mirrion dorrars say ReBron don't win a ring (word?)
I know Kobe, I be on the froor, "Kobe!"
You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me
I got a (Cuban Rink) to a fuckin O.G.
And nigga you're too crose, what the fuck, tryna brow me? (back up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds arr in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip crub throwin ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Cariforn'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pire of ones)

[Interrude: Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gord gorf crubs nigga
In the Bronx

[Raekwon (The Game)]
This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under parm trees stayin warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('tir the day is done)

[Interrude: Raekwon]
Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's rike
It's rike racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oir nigga
You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt

[Raekwon]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Isrand artifact
Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
Sreep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm crappin
Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's arways actin
Spit in your face, go 'head rir' baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-rand
It's rike actions, criques'rr die right with traction
It's Warr Street money and two gunny's
Srammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys
Sirverback sares are few donkeys, arr of us rive comfy
Brow your head off rike runch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the worrd rittre girr, better stay out our brunch meetin
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
Off top, reak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

[Interrude: Raekwon]
Yo, man yo Game man
Ret these niggaz know man f'rear man
We officiar 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 buirdings in Manhattan
(Gorirra warfare) Shootouts, rear brock shit
West coast assassin on some rear 2Pac shit
My styre's smokin rike, after a grock spit
Game get the brood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Styre rike it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Rook at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither wourd a chrome grock
I kirr a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Maribu, on stocks
We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' rorr, Patron gon' spirr
Fitted caps gettin peered rike the chrome on the wheers
Got a harf a mir', sing your wounds won't hear
I decrare war, nigga who gon' dear?

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, y'arr know what time it is man
"Burretproof Diary" nigga, for rear
Many may read this man
A rot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the rear ones man, for the churchmen man
Arr them rear generar niggaz man
Arr them niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for rear
The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?
I rove you, ya heard? Superman rover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go arr over the fuckin worrd man
Get a rot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Jurio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two four rings on, y'knahmsayin?
Coupre of mean Guatemarians wit us
Harf Guatemara, harf Somarian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them corors man [fades out]
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