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Bulletproof Diaries (explicit Album Version Explicit)

The Game, Raekwon22 Jul 2008

Bulletproof Diaries (explicit Album Version Explicit) Lyrics

Bulletproof Diaries (explicit Album Version Explicit) - The Game/Raekwon

Written by:D. Drew

Sit in the chair






Uh huh




Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'


Let that sh*t crawl around whattup game


How are you my n**ga


Let's get this money you heard


Money in zip duffle bags

Shotgun shells

My killas gorillas

N**gard couldn't see 'em with gazelles

Fronting a** n**gard

Go hang with pharrell

Trying to be a cowboy

You catch bullets like Terrell

Owens call it t o

He leaking like a project sink

Busted open like a hot dog link

Being it gave me time to think yeah

I did my f**king prison thing

Came out still on point

Like the ria rings

I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in queens

Rep the dub like Wu tang

And I got kill a bees

Black wall mafia new millennium genevieves

Got a million dollars say Lebanon don't win a ring word

I know Kobe

I be on the floor Kobe

You know a n**ga that can score 81 show me


I got a Cuban link to a f**king o g

And n**ga you're too close

What the f**k try blow me

This the face off respect the don diamonds all in the charm

Iced out where you be the strip club throwing ones

Where you from New York where you from California

Big sharks me too swimming in a pile of ones


Yeah n**ga


Tomorrow man


Going to take you to go buy some 18 karat gold golf clubs n**ga


This the face off respect the dons

Hundred thousand on the arms

Son where you be under palm trees staying warm

Who you be raekwon who is you amass on

I'm a keep it Compton Staten 'til the day is done

Geah front in on us n**ga


It's like


It's like racing a n**ga in Afghanistan to go get some oil n**ga


You gone f**k around and get your head burnt

I'm a New York dinosaur

Staten island artifact

Hip hop's never dead

The Cuban gave 'em heart attacks

Sleep in the woods

Target cats come from under the V's

Sneeze wrong course I'm clapping

Keep it moving homeboy the mac's always acting

Spit in your face

Go 'head lil' baby rappers

Can't f**k with us convicts stat land

It's like actions

Cliques'll die right with traction

It's wall street money and two gunny's

Slammers is extra chunky


Me and my red monkeys

Silverback sales are few donkeys

All of us live comfy

Blow your head off like lunch meat

Chef in the game run the country

Take over the world little girl

Better stay out our brunch meeting

F**k with they paper their gun squeezing

Off top leak from the cop

Them n**ga jumped this is front season




Man yo game man

Let these n**gard know man f'real man


We official man


They wan' be reading our autobiographies in a minute

Ya heard

Yo what if I was from Compton what if I was from Staten

I'd be king Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan

Gorilla warfare shootouts

Real block sh*t

West coast assassin on some real 2 PAC sh*t

My style's smoking like

After a glock spit

Game get the blood money

F**k b**ches and pop crisp

Style like it's new year's

Cause this a new year

Look at the tracks

Either Bigfoot or the game been through here

The benjamins won't stop

And neither would a chrome glock

I kill a fire breath in dragon with a dome shot

Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu on stocks

We had a meeting before we got here and sh*t gone pop

Heads gone roll patron gone spill

Fitted caps getting peeled like the chrome on the wheels

Got a half a mil'

Sing your wounds won't heal

I declare war n**ga who gone deal


Yeah y'all know what time it is man


Bulletproof diary n**ga


For real


Many may read this man


A lot of n**gard might not make it home you heard


We speak for the real ones man for the churchmen man


All them real general n**gard man


All them n**gard that's out there man

Don't get no rest or none of that man


For real


The chef n**ga


Game whattup baby


I love you ya heard


Superman lover over here for you baby


You know how we do it

We go all over the f**king world man


Get a lot of bread man word up


Hun'ned my n**ga


We take you to boca chica or someone man knahmsaying


Sip on some motherf**king don Julio or someone


Y'knahmsaying with two foul rings on




Couple of mean Guatemalan wit us



Half Guatemala half Somalian n**ga