The Game

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "The Game" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): [?]] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, yeah, right now, I wanna say, "Rest in peace to my man Jam Master Jay" [Verse: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] High, exalted, mystical, a profile like state Troopers sipping grape Calvin Coolers, hustle to scrape up Papes for the jewelers.  Jakes pursue us, chasing hoes, grabbing Asses and hooters, blasting shooters, stash bricks And scooters, hash mixed with woolers, tactics is ruthless 'cause Cash is what rules us. DJ Red Alert Kiss Mastermix Used to sooth us. On the radio, eyes transfixed Nothing could move us. Cleaned PUMAs with a toothbrush Foolish, sold trey bays for two bucks. You were suckers We were calling you duck. Forty Deuce slicks frame The graffiti cliques bomb trains, uptown kids became what made you gave Your kicks and your chain up. Now we cook the 'caine up Hook the lane up, shoot the vein up, fuck the brain up, see All colors of the spectrum, swallow and shit rubbers out The rectum. Life's like infrared dots on foreheads And shots connect 'em. Criminal plots? I perfect 'em Blueprint for the game. Leave fingerprints so you know who Sent you the flame 'cause in this game… [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2) You'll get your life Killed. Game recognize, ignite fuel flame, the night Chills, just ain't the same game. Niggas making Mills, stack bills, lack mic skills, but when Agu Drop, won't be the same game