Games People Play

Lyrics

[Intro] This is the motherfucking Champ is Here mixtape Green Lantern, Big Mike, Jadakiss, ah-hah! Woo, I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight You know, I'd like to thank y'all For rocking with me, supporting that Kiss of Death album Supporting Ruff Ryders, supporting D-Block But right now, we 'gon go back You know I ain't that old or nothin' But I got a keen memory, ya heard? Ah-hah! [Chorus] My aim is to get y'all open Early '80s, coke was fluffy, way more potent Mock necks, knitteds, BK's, British One big party, glory be at Gotti's Plus the EK's was out too The way money was coming No way they could doubt you BVD's over the white tees Kangol buckets, pinstripe Lee's My aim is to get y'all open Early '80s, coke was fluffy, way more potent Mock necks, knitteds, BK's, British One big party, glory be at Gotti's Plus the EK's was out too The way money was coming No way they could doubt you BVD's over the white tees Kangol buckets, pinstripe Lee's [Verse 1] Then niggas switched the set To the college hats, Avia's, Discus sweats It's coming back clearer Niggas was pushing the big '98s With the lil' dogs in the mirror They gotta argue while they gamble Before the Philly and the Dutch Niggas rolled up in bamboo Reason everybody was fresh Grams was like seventeen dollars or less My nigga, pits is locking, bitches flocking Way more beatdowns than pistols popping This right here is an official doctrine From a smart young real nigga with options [Verse 2: Styles P] Out there, slow jams, [?][1:42] Mattress in the park, goin' backwards, no hands Started doin' pushups [?][1:46] Jordache jeans, rack on hats Thems wanted tattoos to make that ass look fat Then it switched to crack from C Niggas comin' through with Benz 190E's Karate flix, channel 5, Saturday at three Man, call me outside then I'm comin' to swing When Cool J needed love and Run was the king (King) I broke the illegal, broke the Atari With the Olean 'Cisco parties, yeah Reagan was the president then (What up, Ronny?) Niggas rocked Choos and suits by MGM Listen, can I tell my story how Niggas had XR4Ti's? Old-school niggas had bricks and carried butterfly knives Box on the shoulder with the music mad high That was then and this is now Flex on the wheels with rhymes by Kiss and Styles Let's go, Big Mike