Album Name

The Documentary

Artist

The Game

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2004.01.18

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Church For Thugs - The Game
Yeah Fort Knocks
Aftermath Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools
know about perculatin on lo-los
Mics and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha no more hand claps
please nigga
Here we go Just Blaze
To all my niggas
on the porch
gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a LA bitch
And I can't forget
my niggas ridin
the train Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle shit
I love New York
but gangbangin that's LA shit
And I'm proud of it
spit it through the wire
so the crowd love it
Haters you know
who you are you can
turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it
and spend half the budget
I'm gangster let the 40
cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul
than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas
get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world
where you forced
to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doin life in the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Then break up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the pavement
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to
who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done
or I'm stayin in Air Nikes aight
I handle bars
you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills
here go some trainin wheels
Let's roll through the City of God
where niggas trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times
worse than the Haitians will
F'real nah f'real
I need a track homey
Dre we too close
ain't no turnin back homey
Deal with it
I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of
Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture
while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind
this is the shit yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25
on they fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga
off the fifth tier
Them white boys
in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga
who ever helped me to get here
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
It go one brick
two brick the boy movin weight
Now three bricks four bricks
I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks six bricks
the nigga got cake
Not rap money but money
been wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live
in niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch leave
'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin feelings
cause I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes
out my flow the illest
You a close second nigga
banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage
and I'mma have to peel him
The best of both worlds
rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came
to burn down the village
The head honcho
starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats
I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me
out of LA geah I know
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal
Believe me
Niggas keep sayin
they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like
they gon' lay me down
But when I come through
strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want
no parts of me pal