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The Game ft Nas & Marsha --- Why You Hate The Game

The Game ft Nas & Marsha --- Why You Hate The Game

[Nas]
Y'all know what it is...
The
streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it..
Can't hate us....
F
ellas...
[Verse 1]
Vice behind me on
the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my
anthology on perfection,
Dress superb
, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna tr
y me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child of the eighties, y'al
l n***as is lazy,
Complain about labo
ur pains, n***a show me the baby,
And
my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
Pro-black, I don't take c
otton out of aspirin bottles,
Yeah, I
learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin'(?) wi
th Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green
fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can'
t make 'em drink it,
And I can show '
em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And still I don't abort '
em (?) when and if they sink quick,
I
gnore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans
, let Murder Inc. live...
[8 Bars...
kind of]
[The Game]
I don't talk
about my guns, n***a I just blaze....
[Verse 2]
'Pac is watchin
', Big is listenin',
While Pun t
alkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin',
To every n***a listenin'
I
was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And while you still liste
nin', Shyne locked in a man hole,
Cam got shot inside his lambo',
sample, life is a gamble,
15 ye
ars old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo',
Seen Eazy's legacy
melt away like a candle,
I rekin
dled the flame,
Dre created The
Game,
N***a with an attitude fro
m the cloth I came,
Young homie
ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown,
clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam
but New York was down with it,
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a
[8 Bars]
[V
erse 3]
Me and nasty puffin', th
is a classic, trust me,
How you
gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don't love me,
I'm talkin' n*
**as that never wanted to see me on top,
Same n***
as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not,
I'll fuck you rap n***as like virgins,
Dre took my
training wheels off his curtains.
I don't nee
d no encore, no claps, no cheers,
The Game
ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of y
ours, the endin of his,
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz,
N*gga, it's Game Time,
that was Dre's favorite line,
Back when proof was
in the booth and I recited his lines,
And
I still think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me
wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind,
But I just hold back
cuz we ain't beefin like that,
He aint Bi
g, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One love.
[8
Bars]
I'll
do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless.
I th
ought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though.

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# Posté le samedi 08 septembre 2007 11:16

Modifié le dimanche 09 septembre 2007 14:35

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