See No Evil Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. Kendrick Lamar & Tank)

[Verse 1: Game]
I don’t read the XXL
Told em 45 the church, think I’m destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It’s bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets
I’m from the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in blood nigga
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga
Momma ain’t show, grandma almost plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas
Five shots to the head cause I’m a Blood nigga
Nuttin’ brewing but suwoo’ing where the fuck I’m from
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin’ down green leaf
No peace so don’t get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma’s mourning they sons, I’m talking real grief
Real funerals of them lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh
Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep
Cause the coroner don’t need no sheets, capishe
I’m sayin’, stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in, Compton streets raised me
Can’t tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy

[Hook: Tank]
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I’mma see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened then?
What happened then?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you’ll die alone
Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones
And I require my heart’s desire and when I reap what I sew
I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag
A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass
But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts
Out of that black cloud that’s been watered down ever since my first chopper blast
But fuck that, I’m not worried, even when discouraged
Skirt off makin’ them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of ’em gon is gone
Shirt off when precersure, resitation came early
I need you to keep quiet as mouse
Which is ironic cause rats is what I’m talking about
I’m hearin the sonics of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it’s an eye for an eye

[Hook: Tank]
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I’mma see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened then?
What happened then?

[Verse 3: Game]
You wanna go to Compton nigga? I’ll take you there

Heaven’s Arms Lyrics by The Game

[Hook: Game]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 1: Game]
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas shit
Off with your head, off with your bitch
She offered me head, I offered her dick
Slip my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love them LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good, ‘cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it ‘cause she’s far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister in Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’
It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailor, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin’ around with my paper

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 2: Game]
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod huffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin’ but illest paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s
All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas
Fuckin’ in that blue ?, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes
Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15’s in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car low
They wana see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos, Santana
Now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin’ Ciroq off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I’ll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I’m trappin’ for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha and ‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em
Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers over and puttin’ kush in ‘em
Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can’t speak on it ‘cause the government’s shushin’ him
But that’s my nigga though, still stackin’ figures so
One day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I’m out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I’d be legendary, but fuck it I’m in it so

[Hook]
Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

Freedom Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. Elijah Blake)

Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that ? tryin’ to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in your ?, had to rock the ? heels
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s ciroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

Stunna, whattup blood?
Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight cash, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin’
Rich game
? one hunnid
Zulu

New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and ran a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with J
So let’s go

Name Me King Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. Pusha T)

[Hook: Pusha T & The Game]
Open the pearly gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King (x2)

[Verse 1: Game]
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl make the tower fall, 911 Porsches
Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Niggas got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a fuck
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs
Named my little nigga King meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]
Open the pearly gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King (x2)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Raise your glass for the last of the Kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rollies cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it’s spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nigga
My SC430 was a drop nigga
Go figure, this nigga play goldfish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs cause what I sold made her nose itch (YEAGHHHHH!)
It’s the king being crowned, watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God!)
It’s sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo!)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through (YEAGHHHHH!)

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]
Open the pearly gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King (x2)

[Verse 3: Game]
Rose petals at my feet when I’m stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin’ like a slave where them pies get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stold
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up like Jesus shuttles worth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going ’round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring
Do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them p’s I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can’t be bought, she’s a winner
Flying south for the winter make it back home for dinner

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]
Open the pearly gates
Bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King (x2)
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King (x2)

Can’t Get Right Lyrics by The Game

(Ft. K. Roosevelt)

[Verse 1: Game]
I bought Ether, bought Takeover
Seein’ Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop’s makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K’s vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you ain’t fuck, then you ain’t get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads, tryin’ to be a Lil Wayne, shit
I used to wanna be a little Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little rose
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now
Thinkin’ back, it’s a motherfuckin’ shame how
Biggie got killed and Pac got murked
Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain’t tryin’ to go to hell
As the blood spills from my pen
It’s time to confess my sins, cause I ain’t tryin’ to go to hell
I smoke weed, pop pills, but I’m thinkin’ it’s time for me to chill
Cause I ain’t tryin’ to go to hell
I’m triyin’ to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight
But I ain’t tryin’ to go to hell

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain’t perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can’t get it right, I always try to get it right

[Verse 2: Game]
Dre promised me records, I never got ’em
That’s why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records
And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape
I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre
And I’m tellin’ y’all this true story cause I’m real
Dre, first time, hearing ’bout it, wonder how he feel
Cause I feel like shit severin’ the relationship
The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich
Snoop, Pac, Em, 50
Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360
Plus The Documentary say we from penitentiaries
I ain’t trippin’, niggas been disloyal for centuries
Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me
Funny how you do your top 5’s and don’t mention me
Fuck ’em all

[Hook]
Father forgive me, cause I ain’t perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can’t get it right, I always try to get it right

[Break: K. Roosevelt]
See I been spendin’ these late nights
Oo, girls I never seen gettin’
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With ’em by the sunrise
One day everyone dies
That’s the way the story goes
But now, I can’t feel my heart
But I just keep ridin’, ridin’
Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah

[Hook]
Father forgive me, cause I ain’t perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can’t get it right, I always try to get it right