The Game – The Documentary

Download another hot and amazing mp3 free song By The Game and this song is titled “The Documentary”.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album titled “The Documentary” Whis was released some years ago in January 18, 2005.

 

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[Intro: Livin’ tha Life (2003)]

Bitch, I want my mother fuckin’ money back

You only gave me five dollars!

I gave you twenty mother fuckin’ dollars!

No, you didn’t! You only gave me five dollars!

No, I gave you twenty and I ain’t gon’ sit here and argue with your flat-ass face, home girl

This is America!

You know, that’s the thing about you mother fuckers

Go home!

I ain’t goin’ no where ’til I get my mother fuckin’ change

I will blow this mother fucker up if I don’t get my mother fuckin’ change

*Speaking Japanese*

*Mocking Japanese*

I want my mother fuckin’ change!

 

[Verse 1]

What happened in hip-hop that got Pac and Big shot?

The thicks blocks, now every rapper claim he let his clip pop

But even myself tote a gun, and know to run than get shot

I’ve been there before now I’m fuckin’ with Doc

(Dr. Dre: Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers)

If not, I pitch rocks, anticipatin’ my incarceration

Media think I’m fakin’ like Mason, but when it comes to mace

Fuck R. Kelly, I don’t take it in the face

I find out who sprayed it, and I’m puttin’ you under the pavement

No Buddhist priest, Catholic, or Baptist pastor can save him

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 3 years while everybody else dropped

Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops

 

[Chorus]

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 Eyez On Me

I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s The Documentary

Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s 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

Told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin’ to Ja

With that Maybach line, it was payback time

Keep fuckin’ with me nigga, I’ll put you under me

Take your car and trade it in for eight 3 hundred C’s

If you cross my T, I’ll dot your eyes

You’ll do life in a cemetery, I’ll do mine with Shyne

Come home sit in the throne with my legs crossed

And my Air Forces, middle finger up, fuck the world

‘Cause I’m feelin’ like Puff when Life After Death hit

Mo’ money, mo’ problems and I lost my best friend

I’m the second dopest nigga from Compton you’ll ever hear

The first nigga only put out albums every 7 years

 

[Interlude: Radio Interview]

(You know what speaking of Jay

That just makes me roll down

Now your song Westside Story)

Uh Oh

(You got a line that says

“I don’t do button up shirts

Or drive Maybachs”

Is that a shot at Jay?)

Nah, I was talkin’ about Ja Rule

Yeah, so, I mean, I just-I-I got a lot of respect for Jay

You know what I’m sayin’?

I never take shots at legends

I just-that’s just somethin’ I don’t do

 

[Verse 3]

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 Rhymes (Busta: son, duke is sick)

The protégé of Doc Dre, I could 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 about Hittman

I gotta restore the feelin’ that crawled from under the rock

After Tha 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 you I ain’t Game and I don’t know Dre

You goin’ do me like Xzibit and cut half my face?

I take all the credit for puttin’ the West back on the map

If you ain’t feelin’ that, guess I’m Guerrilla Black

 

[Chorus]

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 Eyez On Me

I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s The Documentary

Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s The Documentary (The Documentary)

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