The Game, Raekwon - Bulletproof Diaries lyrics

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?

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)

Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy
Some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the Bronx

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)

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

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

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?

(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?

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