- Beanie Sigel Think It's A Game 歌詞
- Beanie Sigel
- Vocal:Beanie Sigel/Freeway
[Chorus:Saint Nick] Think its a game til them thangs come out I bang out til your brains hang out.. .. cause youre *** *** with a gangsta *******, a gangsta ******* Think its a game til them thangs come out I bang out til your brains hang out.. .. cause youre ****** with a gangsta *******, a gangsta ******* [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 *** ****z loose witcha hoes You mother******* yall aint used to no hoes *******z wanna LoJack, track your *******, shack your ******* I pimps up, smack my ******* You wanna ******* trick your ******* I duck flip my *******, get that cash with that extra ass ************ Plus I keep a gat at arm reach You aint no hustler youse a car thief, ******* 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 ************-ass on your back pocket (************) Its not a game, ******* [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Straight gangsta *******.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH Straight gangsta * ******.. 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 *******, 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 ***** * (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and) bought Bentleys, bought em back, ******* can you buy that?? [Chorus] [Freeway] Purpose for man - wor************p 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 ****** 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 ************ 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 ****** every bad little *** ********* in the school Good with math but I skipped it in school Ankle to shop but Im sick with them tools *********** *t, thats why Im kicked out of school ******* 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 [Chorus]
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