Point guard of 1500 or Nothin' - Graveyard lyrics

[Verse 1 - Game] 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, lets 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 its purpose for shook crooks Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good look Sing the hook: [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'mma take it all with me to the graveyard [Verse 2 - Game] 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 John 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 - Game] 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?