Its In The Game Lyrics

Its In The Game lyrics

You know I'm bout it bout it 

What? Huh? 

You know 

Huh? 

It's like you don't limit yourself to one thing 

Your mama 

Got
to broaden your horizons 

Broaden your joints 

Keep your eyes on
the prize 

The struggle goes on 

Eryday (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)


Eryday 

And I'ma live it through my music 

(ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha) 

You know how we do 

Choose or lose from it 



Verse One: Method Man 



Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck 

or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin 

hittin like Mack
trucks, head splittin paper written 

in windy cities like Chicago, no
bullshhhh 

You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten 

As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten 

Once again up in these
stank drawers baby listen 

One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin 

The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus 

in pursuit of gold
lines, can a n---a touch it 

If I can't see ya can't truss it 

A
shady character like Buzz Buzzard 

Lay him out like a plush rug-ged 

*mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone 

We
drink death and puff bone 

Draggin your body out the end zone 

And
any way the wind blow that's where you flow 

That's why you be the first
one caught, last to know 

Body layin out on the flo', substitute 

Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do' 

Third and long,
quarterback pack the cannon on 

I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's
when I touch-down 

Six points, what now? 

Once again who comin
through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous 

Ever since I came with
this, and wrecked a body 

You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny
Dangerous 

Offensive shotgun 

Calm in the p