| 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? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grave Yard , by - The Game. Song from the album The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп