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Beanie Sigel
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| Think It S A Game
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[Chorus: Saint Nick]
Think its a game til them thangs come out
I bang out til your brains hang out..
.. cause youre fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think its a game til them thangs come out
I bang out til your brains hang out..
.. cause youre fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
It was a, full moon in the beginnin of March
Bout the end of Winter 74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women
Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac doors
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker yall aint used to no hoes
Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You wanna fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You aint no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys?
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you cant stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)
Its not a game, prick
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
Straight gangsta nigga.. yeah
They call me, Hov the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80s, early 90s
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, dro in the air, blowin that stink up
Its seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a, mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, Im a statistician - rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov, thats rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Dont call me Hov no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentleys, bought em back, nigga can you buy that??
[Chorus]
[Freeway]
Purpose for man - worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo shop and take pies
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the same
Clip blazin it through your brains
Strip, use it til its burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it aint no lie, its real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it from (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow were both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you wont ride and
dont think cause I rap that I wont (?)
Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in
[Chorus]
[Lil Chris]
Its C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but Im sick with them tools
Shit, thats why Im kicked out of school
Fuck Js by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And cant nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It aint even a business, its just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it until the day Im gone
Scream beef any day and its on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think its a game til them thangs is drawn, uhh
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09.Oct.2001 15:10:56 |
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24.Aug.2003 11:08:33 |
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