[L.A.X]
1. Intro (feat. DMX) [1:20]
2. L.A.X Files [3:59]
3. State of Emergency (feat. Ice Cube) [3:38]
4. Bulletproof Diaries (feat. Raekwon) [4:52]
5. My Life (feat. Lil Wayne) [5:20]
6. Money [5:12]
7. Cali Sunshine (feat. Bilal) [4:32]
8. Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris) [4:04]
9. Hard Liquor (Interlude) [1:50]
10. House of Pain [4:32]
11. Gentleman’s Affair (feat. Ne-yo) [3:39]
12. Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle) [4:38]
13. Touchdown (feat. Raheem Davaughn) [3:39]
14. Angel (feat. Common) [4:27]
15. Never Can Say Goodbye (feat. Latoya Williams) [4:40]
16. Dope Boys (feat. Travis Barker) [4:00]
17. Game’s Pain (feat. Keyshia Cole) [4:21]
18. Letter to the King (feat. Nas) [5:45]
19. Outro (feat. DMX) [1:28]

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[Lyrics]
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn’t see ‘em with gazelles
Frontin’ niggaz, 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 Genevieves
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 O.G.
And nigga you’re too close, what the fuck, tryin’ ta 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)

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

Raekwon (The Game)
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? (Amaz-on)
I’ma keep it (Compton) Staten (’til the day is done)

Raekwon
Geah, frontin on us nigga, it’s like
It’s like racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon’ around and get your head burnt

Raekwon
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 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
Silverback 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

(Raekwon)
Yo, man yo Game man
Let these niggaz know man f’real man
We official man
They wan’ be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

The Game (Raekwon)
(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 2-Pac shit
My style’s smokin’ like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, 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 gon’ pop
Heads gon’ roll, Patron gon’ spill
Fitted caps gettin’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mil’, sayin’ your wounds won’t heal
I declare war, nigga who gon’ deal?

(Raekwon)
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 world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun’ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some’n man, kna’m'sayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin’, Don Julio or some’n, y’knamsayin?
With two foul rings on, y’kna’m'sayin?
Couple of mean Guatemalian’s wit’ us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga
Niggas ain’t seen them colors man

Duration : 0:4:52

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