Graveyard lyrics

[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 sh*t so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get sprayed
Like Windex with them twin Tecs, or Raid on top of insects
n*ggas die f*ckin 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas they was shootin' and they'd look
n*ggas 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 n*ggas
Bought everything last year and wasn't feelin' you n*ggas
Mean, I was numb last year, wasn't feelin' you n*ggas
Came back to sell a few more mil on you n*ggas
Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah n*gga 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 n*ggas in the hearse
Since I was born Jay, guess I'm The Gift & The Curse
Lot of Bloods out here, but n*gga 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 n*gga 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