Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grave Yard, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.12.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Grave Yard |
Welcome to the graveyard |
Where everybody like to pray: Allahu Akbar |
You scared to say «God?» |
They call me Game because I play hard |
So get your helmets and your face guards |
I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off: Nicholas Cage |
They say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage |
Your girl say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades |
Respect the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid |
Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them twin Techs |
I’ll Raid on top of insects. |
Niggas die fuckin they family |
Oh, where I’m from they call that «incest» |
Open the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks |
Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good look |
Sing the hook: |
In this heartless world that I live in |
I have learned that I can’t depend on love |
It hasn’t made me a Saint |
So I’mma take it all with me to the graveyard |
The cemetery ain’t as new as the saint it look |
They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks |
And Nas told niggas they was shooting and they’d look |
Niggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on Facebook |
Now put that on your wall, I put that on the wall |
I shot-call and brawl quicker than Jon Wall |
I’m killing these niggas, bought everything last year |
And wasn’t feeling these niggas. |
I mean I was numb last year |
Wasn’t feeling you niggas. |
Came back |
To sell a few more mil on you niggas |
Toast! |
I’m in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain’t scared of no ghost |
Cause all the dead rapper’s albums are selling the most |
Some say the 3rd verse puts niggas in a hearse |
Since I was born Jay, guess I’m the Gift & The Curse |
Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it first |
Still blood out here that’s why I’m up in the church |
Still repenting for my sins, but not all the way |
Cause I just rode up in the Benz and handed homie the K |
What he gon do with it? |
Probably run up on your crew with it |
That’s what I call rap beef, luckily I’m through with it |
Now I just lean back, '72 with it |
Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a fool with it |
Back to them haters and the stool-pigeons |
You’re too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living? |