Lyrics:
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
when I'm on the stage, yeah the rap game crazy
And the sap game crazy, making yo Bitch tap game crazy
Matter fact, yeah she crave me cause she know I'm
It took a village
I wasn't raised by killers
I was raised by them scriptures
I was raised by them sisters
I was raised in the village
Game on this
know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Blocka-blocka-blocka -- OH
for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin
law
Welcome to the house
Dogg House do it to you so vivid and raw
[Goldie Loc]
Nigga come on in and have a seat
Write a rap or make a beat no need
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
a key let me blow this track
I gotta pay homes to my P. Way back
How will Lil' Kim are huntin' the rap game
And now the dreams are same, but the game
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
think I might need Tommy John
But the rap game sweeter than a honey bun
And I could never fall off, and if I did
I'd bungee jump
That's funny huh, our
don’t boy
I’m getting to the money
I’m eating no diet I walk up in the
Club and my niggas throwin up games side
One of the few that keep it real
And rap
That ain't motherfucking cool, that's a motherfucking shame
This ain't no motherfucking game
That's why I think you are a motherfucking lame
We both
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullshittin'
khakis
Rag swangin', gang bangin' nigga brang it at me
Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We the niggas holla out the set when we blastin'
the game kicking doors, fucking hoes
And rocking gold (Don't act like you don't
Know that shit nigga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about it
[Beanie Sigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
been swindled and victim to thievery
From the same people who said they believed in me
But this the motherfucking rap game
The snakes are just part
Rap God, bitch they envy me (Woo, woo)
I'm way up out these rappers league (Woo, woo)
They say I'm just what hip-hop need (True, true)
Punchlines
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
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