[Verse 1 - Welcome to the Where everybody like to pray: Allahu You scared to say "God?" They call me Game because I play So get your and your face guards I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off: Cage They say the boy is off the chain like two in a cage Your girl say my flow the bomb I swallow grenades the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with twin Techs I'll Raid on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin family Oh, where I'm from call that "incest" Open the Bible, good book its purpose for shook crooks Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a look the hook: In this world that I live in I have learned that I can't depend on It made me a Saint So I'mma it all with me to the graveyard 2 - Game] The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it They bury there right next to straight crooks And Nas told niggas was shooting and they'd look Niggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on Now put on your wall, I put that on the wall I shot-call and brawl than Jon Wall I'm killing these niggas, bought last year And wasn't feeling these niggas. I mean I was last year Wasn't feeling you niggas. back To sell a few mil on you niggas Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I scared of no ghost Cause all the dead rapper's are selling the most [Verse 3 - Some say the 3rd puts niggas in a hearse Since I was born Jay, I'm the Gift & The Curse Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it Still blood out that's why I'm up in the church repenting for my sins, but not all the way Cause I just up in the Benz and handed homie the K What he gon do with it? Probably run up on your crew it That's what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through it Now I just lean back, '72 it Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a with it Back to them and the stool-pigeons You're too tryna judge us stars, but how are you living?