BulletProof Diaries Feat. Raek
The Game Lyrics


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Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, what up Game?
How are you my nigga?
Let's get this money, you heard?

Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggas couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggas, go hang with Pharrell
Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I
Did my fuckin' prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieve's
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, tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin' in a pile of ones)

Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin' to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx

This the face off (respect the dons
Hundred thousand on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin' warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amazon)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)

Yeah, frontin' on us nigga, it's like
It's like racin' a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You goin' fuck around and get your head burnt

I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip-hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys
Silver back sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better
Stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga
Jumped, this is front season

Yo, man yo Game man
Let these niggas know man for real man We official man
They wan' be readin' our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin' down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or
The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who goin' deal?

Yeah, y'all know what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real
Many may read this man
A lot of niggas might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general niggas man
All them niggas that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game what up baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hundred my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or somethin' man, know what I'm sayin'?
Sip on some motherfuckin', Don Julio or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
With two foul rings on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Couple of mean Guatemalans with us




Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga
Niggas ain't seen them colors man

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "Bulletproof Diaries" by The Game are about the rapper's experiences with violence, both on the streets and in prison. He talks about carrying money in zip duffle bags and shotgun shells, along with his "killas gorillas" who are too tough for any average person to see. There are also references to black Wall Street and the Wu-Tang Clan, as well as his admiration for Kobe Bryant and LeBron James.


The Game also makes a few references to his time in prison, where he sharpened his skills as a rapper and came out "still on point, like the RZA rings." He also talks about the dangers of being too close to him and how he's always ready to defend himself with his "Cuban Link" and "macs always actin'." The song is a reminder that even when the gangsta lifestyle seems glamorous, it's always fraught with danger and violence.


Overall, the song is a dark and gritty look into the violent world of gangstas and the harsh realities of life on the streets. It's a cautionary tale about the high cost of the gangsta lifestyle and how easily it can turn deadly.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Corey Woods, David L Drew, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Larrance Levar Dopson, Lamar Daunte Edwards

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@SLRModShop

It's good but not in the top 20.
Above the clouds,
Full clip,
Liquid Swords,
Bang your head (underdog remix),
1-800 suicide,
Furious anger,
Can it be all so simple,
How will I make it,
The worst,
For what it was,
The projects PJays,
Over here,
Les coulisses de l'angoisse,
Mon clan,
Entrer dans la lรฉgende,
Cherche pas ร  comprendre,
Shit squad (live au dome de marseille 2003),
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24 heures ร  vivre

See? not in the top 20 :)



@CT-nb5lm

I love Dudes flow for sure. You know this dude was str8 Pimp before.
His flow on that Ghostface track is still to this very day the best bar dropped imo..
Every verse dude had in those early Wu solo albums was epic.
~Haven't listened to his solo album in detail yet. My 1st listen i wasnt impressed but im gonna go at it again 4sure.
I think The Rza changed when he finally dropped U-god,,inspectahDecks & Capps albums..
I was also not impressed with Inspectah Decks 1st album. I thought for sure id be blown away by it but i wasn't.
I refuse to accpet defeat and gonna relisten..
And i cant even find U-gods 1st album..
If you got a link to the torrent then hit me up.



All comments from YouTube:

@nanoseTT

If you're listening to this in 2020 - congratulations, you have a great music taste.

@batteryman3393

Only the finest

@SudosSideTv-SSTv

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@southsideofhawthorne6507

Iโ€™m 35 so yea I have too lol

@albertomoreno3042

nanoseTT ur welcome

@joeyhiii6326

So if someone listened to this all their life but didnt in 2020 they dont?

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@theveganking4959

THIS was the era. You have Wu-Tang, Biggie, Nas, Mobb Deep, 2Pac, Dogg Pound, Lost Boyz, Outkast, Goodie MOB all releasing music in the same calendar year! And you can play the whole CD. Just pop it in and go on a journey

@slikron8536

What happen to mainstream Hip Hop . All that different type of talent was bananas back then .

@Shawn-qn6do

I know right my son is 20 and I'm 40 but teaching young god right. This was Hip Hop at its finest.

@Shawn-qn6do

He keeps hitting me up for more and I got a million tracks to send him. This is it

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