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[00:-04.00]The Game - Bulletproof Diaries (feat. Raekwon)
[00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:00.62]Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
[00:05.68]Uh-huh, yeah
[00:11.15]Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
[00:15.06]Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game?
[00:18.13]How are you my nigga?
[00:20.87]Let's get this money, you heard?
[00:23.11]Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
[00:25.72]My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
[00:28.59]Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell
[00:31.59]Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell
[00:34.36]Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink
[00:37.43]Busted open like a hot dog link
[00:40.39]Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing
[00:43.62]Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
[00:46.57]I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
[00:49.31]Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)
[00:52.28]Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
[00:55.09]Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?)
[00:57.88]I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!"
[01:00.64]You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me
[01:03.59]I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G.
[01:06.75]And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up)
[01:09.48]This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
[01:12.27](Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones)
[01:15.16]Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
[01:18.47](Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)
[01:21.93]Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
[01:26.89]Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
[01:32.26]In the Bronx
[01:33.85]This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms)
[01:35.48]Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin warm)
[01:38.32](Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)
[01:41.60]I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)
[01:44.28]Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
[01:49.50]It's like racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
[01:52.85]You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt
[01:56.67]I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
[01:58.69]Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
[02:01.58]Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
[02:04.91]Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
[02:08.04]Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin
[02:10.49]Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
[02:13.33]Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land
[02:16.16]It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction
[02:18.66]It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
[02:21.62]Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys
[02:25.13]Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
[02:27.90]Blow your head off like lunch meat
[02:31.23]Chef in the game run the country
[02:33.59]Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin
[02:36.56]Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
[02:39.60]Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season
[02:44.20]Yo, man yo Game man
[02:46.39]Let these niggaz know man f'real man
[02:48.65]We official man
[02:50.43]They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?
[02:54.25](Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
[02:56.89]I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
[02:59.95](Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
[03:03.04]West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
[03:05.59]My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
[03:08.67]Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
[03:11.48]Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
[03:14.40]Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
[03:17.22]The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock
[03:20.67]I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot
[03:23.53]Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
[03:26.08]We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop
[03:29.31]Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
[03:31.86]Fitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the wheels
[03:34.86]Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal
[03:37.65]I declare war, nigga who gon' deal?
[03:40.50]Yeah, y'all know what time it is man
[03:44.09]"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real
[03:48.60]Many may read this man
[03:51.23]A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?
[03:54.31]We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
[03:58.47]All them real general niggaz man
[04:00.87]All them niggaz that's out there man
[04:03.53]Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
[04:06.44]The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?
[04:11.90]I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby
[04:18.30]You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
[04:22.02]Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
[04:27.54]We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
[04:32.56]Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
[04:38.35]With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?
[04:43.03]Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us
[04:45.87]Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga
[04:49.11]Niggaz ain't seen them colors man