Bulletproof Diaries The Game (Ft. Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game?
How are you my nigga?
Let's get this money, you heard?

[Verse 1: The Game & (Raekwon)]
Money in zipped duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggas couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Fronting ass niggas, 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
(Beef!) it gave me time to think, yeah I did my fucking prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millenium Genovese
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?)
I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!"
You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me!
I got a Cuban Link to a fuckin O.G
And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you trying to blow me? (back up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (strip club, throwin ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimming in a pile of ones)