Beanie Siegel Think It`s A Game Lyrics

Think It`s A Game Lyrics

(feat. Jay-Z, Freeway, Lil Chris)

 [Chorus: Saint Nick]

 Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out

 I bang out 'til your brains hang out..

 .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga

 Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out

 I bang out 'til your brains hang out..

 .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga

 

 [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 niggaz loose witcha hoes

 You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes

 Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches

 I pimps up, smack my bitches

 You wanna fuck trick your bitches

 I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch

 Plus I keep a gat at arm reach 

 You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys?

 Crack topic, back block it

 Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it

 Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket

 Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)

 It's not a game, prick

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH

 Straight gangsta nigga.. yeah

 They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler

 Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's

 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

 It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker

 Makes me a, mathematician about my math

 Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision

 Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's 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

 Don't call me Hov' no more, call me _The Blueprint_

 Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)

 bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that??

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Freeway]

 Purpose for man - worship 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 it's burned out

 Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out

 Man it ain't no lie, it's 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 dope size, we slide it from (?) size

 With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin

 They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and

 don't think cause I rap that I won't (?)

 Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men

 Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank

 Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Lil Chris]

 It's 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

 Fucked every bad little bitch in the school

 Good with math but I skipped it in school

 Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools

 Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school

 Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh

 Out on my own, movin out with the chrome

 And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.

 It ain't even a business, it's just the way I

 get it consistantly, flip it until the day I'm gone

 Scream beef any day and it's on

 The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm

 And been paid since the day I was born

 But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh

 

 [Chorus]

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]