Geezus Lyrics – The Game

Read the full Geezus lyrics by The Game from the album The Documentary III along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy The Game’s music, you can also explore I Won’t Be Afraid, another song by The Game.

[Intro]
What do we think of The Game, by the way, as an artist?
Like he’s, he’s been around twenty years now
I think he can rap
I always thought Game could rap
Like what do we think? When we think of who’s popping, when we think of the West Coast
Like where does The Game land as an artist? Like you think— what you say, Jess?
I always thought he could rap, I— yeah
The Game gets busy
He’s nice, his phonics and his albums nice
The problem, the only problem The Game has is
He’s not with a clique on the West Coast, right?

Everybody else is cliqued up, he’s the lone soldier
So he’s always on his own

[Verse 1]
Y’all gotta believe in something
Believe in Allah, believe in Jesus
Believe in yourself
If not, then believe in Geezus
All these n!ggas saying that they killers
I don’t believe ’em
I still wouldn’t if you was Killa Cam
Fu*k all you n!ggas, it’s killing season
I say Drake the homie, y’all say it’s treason
I can’t believe it
Want me to pick sides, why y’all d!ck-riding?
When you from the Westside, you ain’t gotta pick sides
If I can’t catch him now, catch him on the flip side
Fu*k around, clear the block when a n!gga this hot
Got a scope on the AR, let him play God
I’ma blow his head up like he in a fisheye
With a hundred-round drum, it’s a Chiraq murder
Got a button on the dash that’ll hide that burner
Laid up with your insides out, caught swerving
N!gga, I want the beef like a Marathon Burger
And I’m working choppers overtime

Hold this b!tch like I hold my 9
Out my mind, for sure you ride
I’ma make you a celebrity overnight
I’ma pull up to the show tonight
I’ma show you you a ho tonight
My little n!ggas pulling up with poles tonight
We gon’ make you a celebrity overnight
This white tee oversized, this b!tch gon’ hide my Draco
This s*it come apart like Optimus Prime, then I put it back together like Legos
Feeling like Fabo, all-white Fazos, chilling
Bread come around like bagels, turning them tables
You smutted your name out, squealing
All I hear squeaking inside them buildings

[Chorus]
All y’all n!ggas be telling
None of y’all records is selling
All y’all n!ggas is b!tches
My n!ggas is felons
Y’all gotta pay for pu*sy
I ain’t gotta pay for s*it
I ain’t even paying for my sins
On God, I’ma kill him again
‘Til there’s blood on my face
Blood on my tee
Blood on my hands
Blood on my sink
That’s on Blood, it’s still One Blood
N!gga, throwing up Blood out the bloody ’63
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Arm hanging out the window, yeah, n!gga, One Blood
You could put it on Crip, I’ma put it on Blood
Don’t ask me for s*it ’cause you ain’t my blood

[Verse 2]
Let him bluff again, I will tuck you in
You ain’t looking out for my kids, don’t call me twin
Flying up to 10 in a brand-new Benz
Laid back in a Maybach, no new friends
N!gga, I’m on one, fu*k what he be on
You n!ggas CB4, that I done seen before
So crawl from under your rock, turn the TV on
I shot n!ggas on the same block you see me on
Don’t make me laugh again, I’ll blast again, I’m fast as wind
I’ll run up in the trap you in and spazz again
And when I hit the net
They gon’ think the whole Westside of Compton on your ass again
Yeah, I’ma let the chopper blow tonight
Blacked out like a crow tonight
Cook a n!gga like glow tonight
I’ma make you a celebrity overnight
This s*it is poltergeist
Any way you wanna roll the dice
We gon’ shoulder lean like Dro tonight
I’ma catch me a new felony overnight
I cook this s*it like fentanyl
They gon’ break this up like a dotted line
And I’m tied to the paper like a dollar sign
Anything to keep a n!gga up outta mind
I got a California state of mind
I carry all the weight ’cause the weight was mine
I came out when this s*it was dry
I paid my dues and paid the fines
For you ungrateful n!ggas
I can’t debate with n!ggas
And I brought the K for n!ggas
‘Cause I just can’t be fake with n!ggas
Serials, it’s great for n!ggas
I draw lead, erase you n!ggas
Put that on God, it’s me against all lies
I’ll pop the steering column on the GNX and wait for n!ggas

[Chorus]
All y’all n!ggas be telling
None of y’all records is selling
All y’all n!ggas is b!tches
My n!ggas is felons
Y’all gotta pay for pu*sy
I ain’t gotta pay for s*it
I ain’t even paying for my sins
On God, I’ma kill him again
‘Til there’s blood on my face
Blood on my tee
Blood on my hands
Blood on my sink
That’s on Blood, it’s still One Blood
N!gga, throwing up Blood out the bloody ’63
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Arm hanging out the window, yeah, n!gga, One Blood
You could put it on Crip, I’ma put it on Blood
Don’t ask me for s*it ’cause you ain’t my blood