The Game - Blood Of Christ lyrics

[Intro] Aye, Duane We gon’ let this ma’f**a breathe for minute It’s still Aftermath… It’s still Aftermath… Chyeuh Now, when I said we gon’ let this ma’f**a breathe I meant… This ma’f**in’ beat is dead, we gon’ perform CPR And bring that motherf**er back to life Let that ma’f**a breathe [Hook] Compton’s my city, that motherf**er ain’t never pretty Gave ‘Pac life, them ma’f**as that k**ed Biggie… Them ma’f**as that k**ed Biggie… Them ma’f**as that k**ed Biggie… [Verse 1] Notorious is, bring that Benz in I’m a bottom dollar n***a, f** 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 n***a 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’ n***as for they Jesus pieces I’m God to you b**h a** n***as Put that on Matthew, pardon P! [Hook x2] f** with me? f** with me? f** with me? n***a, 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 n***a voice? Sound like a dick in his a** He reminiscing, a Compton n***a’s b**h in prison Used to be Christian, now that n***a Jew Can’t step foot in America so what he gon’ do? P. Diddy’s stunt man, Jackie Chan, your a** through Hood pa** revoked, get your f**in’ brains blew Blood on that Yarmulke, now you really Pieru Soon as they k**ed 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 b**h breathe Let that b**h breathe This my motherf**in’ city Five motherf**in’ albums The Documentary? Cla**ic Doctor’s Advocate? Cla**ic Everything between that sh** and Jesus Piece? Cla**ic Them ma’f**in’ grams? Past it Chop it up, rock it up Do whatever the f** you gotta do to get your motherf**in’ paper Shot out to my n***a Dr. Dre He ain’t never gotta put out Detox Long as he got me and Kendrick, n***a And them motherf**in’ Dre Beats you got on your motherf**in’ head That n***a made a billion dollars off of motherf**in’ headphones Mad kid, bad city!