The Game - B4 the Documentary Dropped lyrics

[Verse 1: Sap] Tick tock n***as time running out Damn I don't hear people run their mouths I swear we started with less than an inch Now b**h I'm running miles Know Sap got a hundred styles so who want it now Young K-I-N-G please don't tip me Only n***as who envy pockets be empty How could you hint tease Not hungry when I got phonies Trying to put me down but I remain in my spot homies Stop homie, this is a greatest of all time spot only Hit records on my old laptop does not arm it like f** it Make new sh** that make you sick Throwing shots and think you slick it's plain stupid You can't do this without being a barbarian k** every verse my beats is where the bars get buried in I'm marrying the craft, each year I'm renewing my vows Every day a new b**h ruin my towels [Verse 2: The Game] I was working the block Little n***a I was signed to the rock Not Hov and Bigs the [?] was big, my row was big Momma banging on my door, b**h the stove my gig Used to cook at Chef Boyardee Chop and roll up tree, enough weight to fit a new RV Never imagined my path would be to music Had a ball and a nine because n***a I could shoot it The bloods recruiting, USC recruiting All the while I'm in the streets recouping Got barbecue washing my coupe Fiends all in my coupe Banging Biggie "b**h Give Me the Loot" Repping the letter B, they said I would never be The King of anything but the methamphetamines They was praying for my downfall Praying that my heart stopped way back before The Documentary dropped