Beanie Sigel, Young Chris, JAY-Z, Freeway - Think It's a Game lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Beanie Sigel, Young Chris, JAY-Z, Freeway - Think It's a Game lyrics]
Yeah gangster, gangster ooh gangster ah ooh
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
('Til them things come out)
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (When them things come out)
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
It was a full moon in the beginning of March
'bout the end of winter '74
The gangster was born
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' your hoes
You niggas loose with your hoes
Motherfucker, y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggas 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, you's a car thief
Nigga, where your car keys?
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long, blacktop it
You can't stop it, gat top it
Black MAC, black Glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket
(Bitch) it's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (Straight gangster nigga)
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
(Uh, uh, uh)
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
(Straight gangster nigga)
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (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
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 ho 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?
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Purpose of man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun
Run in your 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 Dīn or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet
Interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size
We slide up from both sides
With hammers with hollows, you peel
We follow with both rides, and
They killed your cousin, you strapped
And you won't ride, and
Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't ride
Man 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
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
It's C the young gunner
They call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader
That cake is major, uh
Nickel plate, stay with it
(Uh, huh) , except for in school
Metal detectors in school
But every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math, but I skipped it in school
Ain't go to shop
But, I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Bucked J's by the locker, come and holler, uh
Out on my own, movin' out with that chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone
Not even AI
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I
Get it consistently
Flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with an
Eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game
'til them things is drawn, uh
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
('Til them things come out)
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (When them things come out)
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
It was a full moon in the beginning of March
'bout the end of winter '74
The gangster was born
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' your hoes
You niggas loose with your hoes
Motherfucker, y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggas 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, you's a car thief
Nigga, where your car keys?
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long, blacktop it
You can't stop it, gat top it
Black MAC, black Glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket
(Bitch) it's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (Straight gangster nigga)
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
(Uh, uh, uh)
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
(Straight gangster nigga)
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga (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
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 ho 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?
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Purpose of man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun
Run in your 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 Dīn or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet
Interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size
We slide up from both sides
With hammers with hollows, you peel
We follow with both rides, and
They killed your cousin, you strapped
And you won't ride, and
Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't ride
Man 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
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
It's C the young gunner
They call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader
That cake is major, uh
Nickel plate, stay with it
(Uh, huh) , except for in school
Metal detectors in school
But every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math, but I skipped it in school
Ain't go to shop
But, I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Bucked J's by the locker, come and holler, uh
Out on my own, movin' out with that chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone
Not even AI
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I
Get it consistently
Flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with an
Eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game
'til them things is drawn, uh
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga
A gangster nigga
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