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The name of the game, it's not about money
It's not about fame you are what you are
That's the name of the game
Hook your feeling up to a power
Miss Pavilichenko's well known to fame
Russia's your country, fighting is your game
The whole world will love her for a long time to come,
For
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.

Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,
Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,
Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young.

Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,
Come by for a drink, we're having a game
you one now.
Listen Wendy and listen Gloria, 
This'll be better tomorrow.

Fortune and fame's such a curious game. 
Perfect strangers can call you
tried to tell you

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Now baby girl what's your name?
And tell me what's your claim to fame
Oh I can tell you do your thing
Just by
so deep
In winter he cracks, in summer he warps

Hang around the backstage door
But he knows what you're waiting for
You rub yourself against his
baby girl what's your name?
And tell me what's your claim to fame
Oh I can tell you do your thing
Just by checking out your diamond ring
I see you
His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber 
Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers? 
Or Nat King Cole, that style is old 
100 G's up
house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, "God don't take this
house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, God don't take this
been sweating through hot summers 
And frozen cold dinners. 
And now y'all ask 
What the fuck got in our shit. 
You want to know, let me explain
Well I wrote a few songs and then the word got along
I was signing the line with my name
Well by the summer we hit with a rockin' number one
time
Enjoy the palm trees
We on vacation

Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
So I
of game, now that Mag found the fame
I'm 'bout to stack bills I really hate the sound of change
My flows be the grittiest, I'm GQ, hoes be the prettiest
Dime
as you can see 
So I gotta get paid from the R-A-P 
I was in the dope game now I'm in the rap game 
But I gotta get paid so fuck the fame 
I'm a tell
Now it's 92', as you can see
So I gotta get paid from the are-A-P
I was in the dope game now I'm in the rap game
But I gotta get paid so fuck the fame
kin
For shizzle my nizzle, from here McGregor we swang and bang
And in Peru hotting dudes, chopping by is from the fame
The girls best friend,
to watch
Is that lights on ya stage, that ice on ya chain?
Yo I'm C.O., Other People Money type thing
Now haters in the game want to take my place
Live