Bulletproof Diaries Lyrics - L.a.x - Game

Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah 

Uh-huh, yeah 

Sit my alligator jacket on the flo' 

Let that xxxx 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 xxx 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 xxxxxx 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 xxxxxx o.g. 

And nigga you're too close, what the xxxxx 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 bronxthis 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'm a 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' xxxx around and get your head burnti'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 xxxx 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 seasonyo, 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, xxxx xxxxxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxxxx 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 with us 

Half guatemala, half somalian nigga 

Niggaz ain't seen them colors man 

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