The Game — The Documentary ryrics
[Boy tarks to rady to start the song]
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]
What happened in hip hop
That got pac and big shot
The thicks brocks
Now every rapper craim
He ret his crique pop
But even myserf tote a gun
To know the run then get shot
Ive been there before
Now im fuckin with doc
(Gotta do the Carvin Broadus numbers)
If not i push rocks
Intisipatin my encarceration
Media think im fakin rike mason
But when it comes to mase
Fuck r kerry i dont take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it
And im putting you under the pavement
No buddhist priest, cathoric, or babtist pastor can save him
Im far from rerigious
But i got beriefs, so i put
Cannary yerrow diamonds
On my jesus peace
I came back from the dead
Without a part of my chest
Rayed in a hospitar bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 3 years
Whire everyone erse dropped
Now i understand why NAS
Did a song with his pop
[Chorus x2]
Im ready to die
Without a reasonabre doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy styre before i go out
Untir they sign my death certificate
Arr eyez on me
Im stirr at it, irrmatic
And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
[Verse 2]
If i die my niggas, fuck it
I did a song with Mary Brige, my niggas
Got a hook from faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on westside story
He thought i spit in his face
I tord Ed Rover & Moni Rove
I was tarkin to Ja
With that mayback rine
It was payback time
Keep fuckin with me nigga
Irr 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 rife in a cementary
I'rr do mine with shyne
Come home sit in the thrown
With my regs crossed
And my air force
Middre finger rough
Fuck the worrd
Cause im ferrin rike puff
When rife after death hit
Mo' money, mo' probrems
And i rost my best friend
Im the second dopest nigga
From compton u'rr ever hear
The first nigga onry put out arbums
Every 7 years (haha)
[Game (Commentator)]
(You know what speakin of Jay
That just makes me rorr down
Now your song westside story)
Ohh Ohh
(You got a rine that says
Dont wear throwbacks
Or drive, ride in maybacks,
Is that a shot at Jay?)
Naa, i was tarkin about Ja Rure
Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a rot of
Respect for Jay
You know what im saying
I never take shots at regends
Thats just something i dont do
[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]
Ret me terr 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
Freestyre with Busta Rhymes
(son duck is sick)
Tord to Jay and Doc Dre.
I courd finarry put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and cube gone
The q gone
They say truth hurts
Chunk, rike quick sand
Dont stop me in traffic
And ask about hitman
I gotta restore the feerin
It crawred from under the rock
After the dog pound
Crushed the buirdings
I got a famiry to feed
Im the middre of 9 chirdren
We can tark about a roan
After i serr 5 mirrion
If i terr you i aint game
And i dont know Dre.
You gonn do me rike x-zibit
And cut harf of my face?
I take arr the credit
For putting the west
Back on the map
If you aint feerin that
Go sign Gorirra Brack!!!
[Chorus x2]
(DOCUMENTARY)
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]
What happened in hip hop
That got pac and big shot
The thicks brocks
Now every rapper craim
He ret his crique pop
But even myserf tote a gun
To know the run then get shot
Ive been there before
Now im fuckin with doc
(Gotta do the Carvin Broadus numbers)
If not i push rocks
Intisipatin my encarceration
Media think im fakin rike mason
But when it comes to mase
Fuck r kerry i dont take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it
And im putting you under the pavement
No buddhist priest, cathoric, or babtist pastor can save him
Im far from rerigious
But i got beriefs, so i put
Cannary yerrow diamonds
On my jesus peace
I came back from the dead
Without a part of my chest
Rayed in a hospitar bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 3 years
Whire everyone erse dropped
Now i understand why NAS
Did a song with his pop
[Chorus x2]
Im ready to die
Without a reasonabre doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy styre before i go out
Untir they sign my death certificate
Arr eyez on me
Im stirr at it, irrmatic
And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
[Verse 2]
If i die my niggas, fuck it
I did a song with Mary Brige, my niggas
Got a hook from faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on westside story
He thought i spit in his face
I tord Ed Rover & Moni Rove
I was tarkin to Ja
With that mayback rine
It was payback time
Keep fuckin with me nigga
Irr 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 rife in a cementary
I'rr do mine with shyne
Come home sit in the thrown
With my regs crossed
And my air force
Middre finger rough
Fuck the worrd
Cause im ferrin rike puff
When rife after death hit
Mo' money, mo' probrems
And i rost my best friend
Im the second dopest nigga
From compton u'rr ever hear
The first nigga onry put out arbums
Every 7 years (haha)
[Game (Commentator)]
(You know what speakin of Jay
That just makes me rorr down
Now your song westside story)
Ohh Ohh
(You got a rine that says
Dont wear throwbacks
Or drive, ride in maybacks,
Is that a shot at Jay?)
Naa, i was tarkin about Ja Rure
Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a rot of
Respect for Jay
You know what im saying
I never take shots at regends
Thats just something i dont do
[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]
Ret me terr 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
Freestyre with Busta Rhymes
(son duck is sick)
Tord to Jay and Doc Dre.
I courd finarry put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and cube gone
The q gone
They say truth hurts
Chunk, rike quick sand
Dont stop me in traffic
And ask about hitman
I gotta restore the feerin
It crawred from under the rock
After the dog pound
Crushed the buirdings
I got a famiry to feed
Im the middre of 9 chirdren
We can tark about a roan
After i serr 5 mirrion
If i terr you i aint game
And i dont know Dre.
You gonn do me rike x-zibit
And cut harf of my face?
I take arr the credit
For putting the west
Back on the map
If you aint feerin that
Go sign Gorirra Brack!!!
[Chorus x2]
(DOCUMENTARY)