The Game - Blood Of Christ lyrics

[Intro]

Aye, Duane

We gon’ let this ma’fucka breathe for minute

It’s still Aftermath…

It’s still Aftermath…

Chyeuh

Now, when I said we gon’ let this ma’fucka breathe

I meant…

This ma’fuckin’ beat is dead, we gon’ perform CPR

And bring that motherfucker back to life

Let that ma’fucka breathe

[Hook]

Compton’s my city, that motherfucker ain’t never pretty

Gave ‘Pac life, them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…

Them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…

Them ma’fuckas that killed Biggie…

[Verse 1]

Notorious is, bring that Benz in

I’m a bottom dollar nigga, fuck 50 Cent

I heard Tony Yayo can’t pay the rent

I heard Lloyd Banks can’t pay the rent

I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc

Sue me for 40 grand

That same 40 get you shot

IPhone in my hand doin’ the 40 wop

That nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs

Lookin’ out of my window, I see 40 cops

Tryin’ to serve a subpoena, I’m on thix XBOX

2 Chainz voice, smokin’ that Wiz Khalifa

Somebody test that Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether

Yeh, let me spit this ether

Get, get, get, ‘til it blow the speakers

From eating Reese’s Pieces

To pointing guns, out for that Little Caesar’s pieces

All the way to jackin’ niggas for they Jesus pieces

I’m God to you bitch ass niggas

Put that on Matthew, pardon P!

[Hook x2]

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Fuck with me?

Fuck with me?

Fuck with me?

Nigga, you stuck with me forever, and ever, and ever

[Verse 2]

Shyne Po ain’t rich, Shyne poor

All the way in Belize with Kendrick dick in his throat

Good kid, mad city

Mad kid, bad city

Nothin’ from Compton could ever be trash

You hear that nigga voice? Sound like a dick in his ass

He reminiscing, a Compton nigga’s bitch in prison

Used to be Christian, now that nigga Jew

Can’t step foot in America so what he gon’ do?

P. Diddy’s stunt man, Jackie Chan, your ass through

Hood pass revoked, get your fuckin’ brains blew

Blood on that Yarmulke, now you really Pieru

Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you

But you couldn’t become him ‘cause you were shootin’ at the roof

[Hook]

I always wondered why Puff wasn’t in that truck

I said, I always wondered why Puff wasn’t in that truck…

[Outro]

Let that bitch breathe

Let that bitch breathe

This my motherfuckin’ city

Five motherfuckin’ albums

The Documentary?

Classic

Doctor’s Advocate?

Classic

Everything between that shit and Jesus Piece?

Classic

Them ma’fuckin’ grams?

Past it

Chop it up, rock it up

Do whatever the fuck you gotta do to get your motherfuckin’ paper

Shot out to my nigga Dr. Dre

He ain’t never gotta put out Detox

Long as he got me and Kendrick, nigga

And them motherfuckin’ Dre Beats you got on your motherfuckin’ head

That nigga made a billion dollars off of motherfuckin’ headphones

Mad kid, bad city!