Game Bulletproof Diaries Lyrics

Bulletproof Diaries Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]

Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Sit
my alligator jacket on the flo'

Let that shit crawl around, whattup
Game?

How are you my nigga?

Let's get this money, you heard?



[The Game (Raekwon)]

Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun
shells

My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles

Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell

Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you
catch bullets like Terrell

Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project
sink

Busted open like a hot dog link

Bing, it gave me time to think
yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing

Came out still on point, like the RZA
rings

I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens

Rep the dub
like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)

Black Wall Mafia, new
millennium Genevieves

Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring
(word?)

I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!"

You know a nigga
that can score 81? Show me

I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G.

And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up)

This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm

(Iced
out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones)

Where you from? (New
York, where you from?) Californ'

(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile
of ones)



[Interlude: Raekwon]

Yeah nigga, tomorrow man

Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga

In the
Bronx



[Raekwon (The Game)]

This the face off (respect the
dons, hundred thousand on the arms)

Son where you be? (Under palm trees
stayin warm)

(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)

I'ma keep
it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)



[Interlude: Raekwon]

Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like

It's like racin a nigga in
Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga

You gon' fuck around and get your
head burnt



[Raekwon]

I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island
artifact

Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks

Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's

Sneeze wrong,
course I'm clappin

Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin

Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers

Can't fuck with us
convicts, Stat-land

It's like actions, cliques'll die right with
traction

It's Wall Street money and two gunny's

Slammers is extra
chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys

Silverback sales are few donkeys, all
of us live comfy

Blow your head off like lunch meat

Chef in the game
run the country

Take over the world little girl, better stay out our
brunch meetin

Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin

Off top, leak
from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season



[Interlude:
Raekwon]

Yo, man yo Game man

Let these niggaz know man f'real
man

We official man

They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a
minute, ya heard?



[The Game (Raekwon)]

(Yo what if I was
from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?

I'd be King Kong knockin down
the buildings in Manhattan

(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
shit

West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit

My style's smokin
like, after a glock spit

Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop
Cris'

Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year

Look at the
tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here

The Benjamins won't
stop, and neither would a chrome glock

I kill a fire-breathin dragon with
a dome shot

Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks

We
had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop

Heads gon' roll,
Patron gon' spill

Fitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the
wheels

Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal

I declare
war, nigga who gon' deal?



[Outro: Raekwon]

Yeah, y'all know
what time it is man

"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real

Many may
read this man

A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?

We
speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man

All them real general
niggaz man

All them niggaz that's out there man

Don't get no rest
or none of that man, for real

The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?

I
love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby

You know how we
do it, we go all over the fuckin world man

Get a lot of bread man, word
up, hun'ned my nigga

We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man,
knahmsayin?

Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n,
y'knahmsayin?

With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?

Couple of mean
Guatemalians wit us

Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga

Niggaz
ain't seen them colors man [fades out]