Tha Game Lyrics

Tha Game lyrics

[raekwon]

Wall to wall.. that’s my word

I want approximately..
everything you got

The verdict.. that’s right



Yo...

Call me the black champion guess down, wanna test now

So let’s grab
the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out

Amazin glazin purple haze
patients

Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations

Yo moving through
the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn

Stabbin an intern, corporate
book of words

Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers

When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us

Call up comissionary
gordon, son go warn the warden

That the lord is back, rollin with his
sword again

Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits

Guns
wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes

It’s on for real, indeed, lex
leonardo

Shells that’s hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of
horror

Carry the stainless steel armor

Nurture the church avenue
drama, yo, african gold from ghana

Puffin these marijuanas make allah
catch alzheimers

Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers



Chorus: raekwon



It’s called game, game get ya life kilt, game
recognize

Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same

Game,
subliminary mill’s smash grills night chills

Regardless what pah things
won’t be the same

Game’ll get ya life kilt game rcognize

Write
wills, game slighht chills things stay the same

Game, subliminary
mill’s smash grills night chills

Mic skills baby pah won’t be the
same

Game



(check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p
no doubt)



[prodigy]

Segregate those fake punks

Separate the bullshit from the authentic

Vintage rhyme division got
the globe listening

My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions

Prohibition got my whole block pissin christians

One-fifty-one
dunn’ll have you off balance walkin

Don’t let your e-motions get
involved talkin

To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken

So what’s ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment? 

Throw on
ya two pennys then you boltin

I rock for the few chosen, who got they
third minds open

Write a page that’ll engage war and encite fights

Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds

The trumpets be
the mics ya size malevolent

You don’t be long in my evesight, pee’s a
powerful soldier

Of the light and things won’t be the same

The
game’s over



Chorus



[ghostface]

Mc ultra
high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture

Garlic balls dice the shield of
ocre

Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro

Pink salmon five spring
rolls know me, you love my intro

Half a face wig sewed together like
manhattan chase

Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes

Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump

Layin on the floor
clark’s bleedin watermelon chunks

Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony
chapstick

Snatch rza last piece of fish right off the glass dish

Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks

Lay it down straw hat
style, butterball crown

Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old
testament

Crashed domes now perform excellence

Words with the
president, brunch with yeltsin

Gorbachev under meth’s nuts, he out in
belgium

Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis

Four disappear, three
eight two one flash to thin air

God’s replica no wheel drive motionless
mind cresica

Tilt the hat like esther



Chorus



[pete rock]

Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I’m right on target

Legendary status with the way the track started

It’s on, at any
second with the high stakes

Drama, the game’s teeth sharp like
pirahana

There’s a million style biters who try to create

Make no
mistake real niggaz challenge the fake

Most valuable sp-1200 gold
medals

Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional

The original, pete rock
is like soul on ice

Dynamite with the mic device

Now roll the dic,
for the game of death

Snake eyes baby pah, the boy wonder’s a threat