Think It's A Game

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]