Tha Game

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] NBA Finals 1992 MJ "The Shrug" sample Wall to wall, that's my word (The official adventures of) I own approximately... everythin' you got The verdict – that's right... [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo! Call me the black champion, Guess down, wanna test now? So let's grab the MAC and vest, bless him if he stressed out Amazin', blazin' Purple Haze spaceships Blazin' Asians in Mercedes Benz stations Yo! Movin' through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn Stabbin' an intern, corporate book of words Isotoners, Motorola's, gun reloaders, broads with rollers Moët, lens stolers, Lex glowers who owe us Call up Commissionary Gordon "Son, go warn the Warden that the lord is back, rollin' with his sword again" Mixtape, masturbation mate, rate plates, ice traits Guns with bitches jumpin' outta white cakes It's on, for real! Indeed, Lex Leonato Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror Carry the stainless steel armor Nurture the church avenue drama, yo African gold from Ghana Puffin' these marijuanas, make Allah catch Alzheimer's Feedin' bread to birds, yellin' "Fuck old timers!" [Chorus: Raekwon] It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain It'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game (Check this out, one-two!) (Yeah-yeah! This is me, P, no doubt) [Verse 2: Prodigy] Segregate those fake palms Separate the bullshit from the authentic Vintage rhyme division got the globe listenin' My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions Prohibition got my whole block pissin' Christian One-fifty-one, dunn'll have you off-balance walkin' Don't let your emotions get involved, talkin' to the wrong culprit The killer be the soft spoken So what's ya intentions? You wanna glow for the moment? Throw in your two pennies, then you boltin'? I rock for the few chosen who got they third minds open Write a page that'll engage war and incite fights Be on the look for the bright lights and North winds The trumpets be the mics, shit size malevolent You don't belong in my eyesight P's a powerful soldier of the light And things won't be the same again It's over! [Chorus: Raekwon] It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain It'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game (You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be... be... be...) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] MC Ultra, high-brolic bank roll alcohol vulture Garlic balls diced to shield the okra Tally-ho pitty-pat Backgammon pro Pink salmon, five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro Half a face, wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes Castor Troy layin' for Travolta, mic gun pump Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish Butter roll beads, bagel tracks, wavy hair DATS Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown Time Life investments, when broke I wrote the Old Testament Crashed domes now perform excellence Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis Four disappear, three ate two, one flash in thin air God's replica, no wheel drive, motionless, mind cresica Tilt the hat like Esther [Chorus: Raekwon] It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain It'll get ya life killed, game recognize Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game [Verse 4: Pete Rock] Aiyo, I rumble into action, son, I'm right on target Legendary status with the way the track started It's on, at any second with the high stakes Drama, the game's teeth sharp like piranhas There's a million style biters who try to create Make no mistake — real niggas challenge the fake! Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional The original Pete Rock is like 'Soul On Ice' Dynamite with the mic device Now roll the dice (Word), for the game of death (Uh!) Snake eyes, baby pa, the Boy Wonder's a threat!