The Game - Grave Yard lyrics

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, let's 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 sh** so you gotta get paid Or you gotta get spayed Like windex with them Twin techs I'll raid on top of insects. n***as die f**in they Family Oh, where I'm from they Call that "incest" Open the bible, good book Serves it's 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'm a 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 n***as they Was shooting and they'd Look n***as 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 k**ing these n***as, Bought everything last Year And wasn't feeling these n***as. I mean I was numb Last year Wasn't feeling you n***as. Came back To sell a few more mil on You n***as Toast! I'm in the phantom, Nah n***a I ain't scared of No ghost Cause all the dead rapper's Albums are selling the Most Some say the 3rd verse Puts n***as in a hearse Since I was born jay, guess I'm the gift & the curse Lot of bloods out here, but n***a 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 n***a 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?