Graveyard

[Verse 1: The Game]

Welcome to the graveyard

Where everybody likes to pray:

Allahu Akbar, you scared to say "God"?

They call me Game 'cause 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 shit so you gotta get paid

Or you gotta get sprayed

Like Windex with them twin Tecs, or Raid on top of insects

Niggas die fuckin they family over, where I'm from they call that incest

Open the Bible, the good book serve its purpose for shook crooks

Heavenly Father, I think me in Heaven'll be a good look

Give all these niggas a good Hook

[Chorus: Sam 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 cent

So I'ma take it all with me to the graveyard

(With Game) Bury it in the graveyard

[Verse 2: The Game]

The cemetery ain't as new or the saint that it look

They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks

And Nas told niggas they was shootin' and they'd look

Niggas lyin' 'bout bangin', getting whooped on Facebook, aw

Now put that on your wall, I put that on the Wall

I shot-call and ball quicker than John Wall, aw

I'm killin' you niggas

Bought everything last year and wasn't feelin' you niggas

Mean, I was numb last year, wasn't feelin' you niggas

Came back to sell a few more mil on you niggas

Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain't scared of no ghost

'Cause all the dead rapper's albums are sellin' the most

[Chorus: Sam 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 cent

So I'ma take it all with me to the graveyard

(With Game) Bury it in the graveyard

[Verse 3: The Game]

Some say the third verse puts niggas in the hearse

Since I was born Jay, guess I'm The Gift & The Curse

Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it first

Spill 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? Prolly 'gon run up on your crew with it

That's what I call rap beef, lucky I'm through with it

Now I just lean back, '72 with it

Sell it to a nigga down south, he act a fool with it

Back to them haters and them stool pigeons

You too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you livin'?

[Chorus: Sam 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 cent

So I'ma take it all with me to the graveyard

(With Game) Bury it in the graveyard