Album Name

The Documentary

Artist

The Game

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2004.01.18

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

The Documentary - The Game
What happened in hip hop
That got Pac and Big shot
The thick plot
Now every rapper claim
he let his clip pop
But even myself tote a gun
And know to run
And get shot
I been there before
Now I'm fucking with doc
Gotta do them
Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks
Anticipating my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason
But when it come to mace
Fuck R Kelly I don't take it the face
I find out who sprayed it
I putting you under the pavement
No Buddhist priest catholic
or Baptist pastor can save um
I'm far from religious
but I got beliefs
So I put canary yellow diamonds
in my Jesus piece
I came back from the dead
without a part of my chest
Laid in a hospital bed
on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years
while everybody else to dropped
Now I understand
why Nas did a song with his pop
I'm Ready to Die
without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it
Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my
Death Certificate
All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic
and that's the Documentary
I'm Ready to Die
without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it
Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my
Death Certificate
All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic
and that's the Documentary
Documentary
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
Told Ed Lover and Monie love
I was talking to Ja
With the that Maybach line
It was payback time
Keep fucking wit me nigga
I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it
in for 8 300z's
If you cross my T
I'll dot your eyes
You'll do life in the cemetery
I'll do mine with shine
Come home
Sit in the throne
With my legs crossed
In my air force
Middle finger up
Fuck the world
Cause I'm feelin' like Puff
when Life After Death hit
More money more problems
I just lost my best friend
I'm second dopest nigga
from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out
albums every seven years

Let me tell you why I do this shit
I'm 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 rhyme
son duke is sick
The protege of Doc Dre
I can finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors
of Rakim and Cube gone
They say Truth Hurts
sunk like quicksand
Don't stop me in traffic
and ask me about Hitman
I got to restore the feelin
And crawl from under the rock
After the Dogg Pound
crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed
I'm the middle of 9 children
We can talk about a loan
after I sell 5 million
If I tell I ain't Game
and I don't know Dre
You gon do me like Xzibit
and cut half my face
I take all the credit for putting
the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess
I'm Guerilla Black
I'm Ready to Die
without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it
Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my
Death Certificate
All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic
and that's the Documentary
I'm Ready to Die
without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it
Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my
Death Certificate
All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic
and that's the Documentary
Documentary