Bulletproof Diaries (feat. Raekwon)

Yeah

Yeah

Uh-huh

Yuh

Sit my alligator jacket on the floor

Let that shit crawl around, what up, Game?

How are you, my ****?

Let's get this money, you heard?

Money in zipped duffle bags, shotgun shells

My killas gorillas, **** couldn't see 'em with gazelles

Frontin' ass ****, go hang with Pharrell

Tryna be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like Terrell

Owens, call it TO, he leakin' like a project sink

Busted open like a hot dog link

(Beef) It game 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 Genovese

Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word)

I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe"

You know a **** that can score eighty-one, show me

I got a Cuban link to a fuckin' OG

And, ****, you too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)

The face off, (Respect the Don) diamonds all in the charm

(Iced out) Where you be? (Strip club, throwin' ones)

Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'

(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a pile of ones)

Yeah, ****, tomorrow, man

Goin' to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs, ****

In the Bronx

This the face off (Respect the Dons, hunnid-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 (Till the day is done)

Chyeah, frontin' on us, ****, it's like

It's like racin' a **** in Afghanistan to go get some oil, ****

You gon' fuck around and get ya 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 Vs

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 and The Game run the country

Take over the world, little girl, better stay out our brunch meeting

Fuck with their paper, they gun squeezin'

Off top, leak from the cop, then **** jumped, this is front season

Yo, man, yo, Game, man

Let these **** know, man, for 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

(Guerrilla 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 Crys'

Tal like it's New Years, '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 meeting before we got here, so shit gon' pop

Heads gon' roll, Patrón gon' spill

Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels

Got a half a mill, say your wounds won't heal

I declare war, ****, who gon' deal?

Yeah, y'all know what time it is, man?

Bulletproof Diary, ****, for real

Many may read this, man

A lot of **** might not make it home, you heard?

We speak for the real ones, man, for the churchmen, man

All them real general ****, man

All them **** that's out there, man

Don't get no rest or none of that, man, for real

The Chef, ****, Game, what up, baby?

I love you, ya heard? Super mad love for you over here for you, bay

You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin' world, man

Get a lot of bread, man, word up, hunnid, my ****

We take you to Boca Chica or something, man, know'm sayin'?

Sip on some muthafuckin' Don Julio or something

Know'm sayin'?

With two foul rings on, y'know'm sayin'?

Couple of mean Guatemalans with us