Documentary lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Documentary



 Send "Documentary" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Boy talks to lady to start the song]



[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]

What happened in
hip hop

That got pac and big shot

The
thicks blocks

Now every rapper claim 

He let his clique pop

But even myself
tote a gun

To know the run then get
shot

Ive been there before

Now im
fuckin with doc

(Gotta do the cala-rodas
numbers)

If not i push rocks

Intisipatin my encarceration

Media think
im fakin like mason

But when it comes to
mase

Fuck r kelly i dont take it in the
face

I find out who sprayed it

And im
putting you under the pavement

No buddhist
priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him


Im far from religious

But i got
beliefs, so i put

Cannary yellow
diamonds

On my jesus peace

I came
back from the dead

Without a part of my
chest

Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
arrest

I waited for 3 years 

While
everyone else dropped

Now i understand why
NAS

Did a song with his pop



[Chorus x2]

Im ready to die

Without
a reasonable doubt

Smoke chronic and hit it


Doggy style before i go out

Until
they sign my death certificate

All eyez on
me

Im still at it, illmatic

And thats
THE DOCUMENTARY



[Verse 2]

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

I told am lovin only luv

I was
talkin to Ja

With that mayback line

It was payback time

Keep fuckin with me
nigga

Ill put you under me

Take your
car and trade it in

For eight 3 hundred
C's

If you cross my T

I dot your
eyes

You'd do life in a cementary

Ill
do mine with shyne

Come home sit in the
thrown

With my legs crossed

And my
air force

Middle finger up

Fuck the
world

Cause im feelin like puff

When
life after death hit

Mo' money, mo'
problems

And i lost my best friend

Im
the second dopest nigga

From compton u'll
ever hear

The first nigga only put out
albums

Every 7 years (haha)



[Game (Commentator)]

(You know what
speakin of Jay

That just makes me roll
down

Now your song westside story)

Ohh Ohh

(You got a line that says

Dont wear throwbacks 

Or drive, ride in
maybacks,

Is that a shot at Jay?)

Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule

Yeah, So,
Yeah, i got a lot of 

Respect for Jay

You know what im saying

I never take
shots at legends

Thats just something i
dont do



[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]

Let me tell 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

Freestyle with Busta
Rhymes

(son dude is sick)

Told to Jay
and Doc Dre.

I could finally put the shoes
on

Now that the room was a rock cave

The q gone

They say truth hurts

Chunk, like quick sand

Dont stop me in
traffic

And ask about hitman

I gotta
restore the feelin 

It crawled from under
the rock

After the dog pound

Crushed
the buildings

I got a family to feed 

Im the middle of 9 children

We can talk
about a loan

After i sell 5 million

If i tell you i aint game

And i dont know
Dre.

You gonn do me like xzibit

And
cut half of my face?

I take all the credit


For putting the west 

Back on the
map

If you aint feelin that

Go sign
Gorilla Black!!!



[Chorus x2]



(DOCUMENTARY)