Kool G Rap, M.O.P., Mobb Deep, Frankie Cutlass - Know Da Game lyrics

Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God
Times is hard, vision blurred, kid
I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
Over some bullshit beef, I pack heat
Son, it's '96 and I ain't
Going out like that
Never rolling dolo 'cause my
Crew got my back and it's a fact
Niggas don't know how to act
'Til I, cock back the gat
Leave 'em laying on they back
Sometimes I try to maintain and chill
Stop my brain from thinking
Restrain from grabbing my steel
I'm stressed out
Trying to live right on the wrong route
Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts
So I chill on the block, nigga respect mines
A giver with the Mac
And the motherfucking Tec-9s


So pack steel if you come through
Front if you want to
Before you do so, let me warn you
We more infamous, crime shit
Take it to the gat fuck the rhyme shit
You reminded of what the nine did
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
We cock cannons, punishing and back handing

In order to survive the game know the game
Hold your name and let them niggas know
The way to win the war attend the war
End the war and let your hammer go

Yo i'll leave your whole body twisted
When you get lifted
And police'll have to fish to run
Ballistics on a biscuit, another statistic
I tried to chill but you insisted
Coming all in my district
I don't know why the fuck you risk it
I be one deep
Walking the streets, packing the heat
Bring the cow meat
Get lifted of your feet and
Leave you sleeping on the concrete
Get blown at home or whatever zone you roam
Get two flown to your dome
Blow chromosones out your flesh and bones
Hitman for hire
Who's the next one to expire?
Suited it up in black attire
Hit you up with rapid fire
The stainless biscuit will leave
Your brain smokin
Your whole frame broken and clothes soakin'
Head blown the fuck open
Try to step inside of my fort and get caught
With the trey-pound shorter left
On the sidewalk in New York
To decompose, blood flows
Hot holes in your clothes, eyes closed
Body be froze, posin for pictures with a rose
Head to your toes
Look like you got wetted with a hose
The road you chose
Got your brains drained through your nose
Nigga so who be committing crimes?
Dangerous minds, put two to your spine
Lay you down behind enemy lines
When we cross it
And leave you leaking like a broken faucet
The underworld production family kid
We enforce it

Yo, when shit get real
It ain't what you expected
Me and kickos are known to get hectic
Only to wreck shit
Many slugs in all directions
Make you see the light when
My shots makes connections
Niggas get their face split in section
Shook, using ice grilled looks
For they protection
We absorb everything you fear
And indulge in a crime-filled atmosphere
This shit ain't nuttin' new
It's only things that we used to
We used to stick niggas on the F through to
The E train, when it's time to recruit
I humble on the D train
See my man D only to purchase my cocaine
Word to my newborn seed
A nigga gotta make loot to support greed
On the wild side of the fence
The shit is on the verge of explosion
It's so cold, you might get frozen
If you leave yourself vulnerable
And time lapsing
Fools collapsing and caught up
In gun clapping
No matter who you are, if you know many faces
I don't discriminate
My shot bleed all races
And cultures, we sort of like vultures
Eating your insides like ulcers
It pulls niggas closer, nigga

In order to survive the game know the game
Hold your name and let them niggas know
The way to win the war attend the war
End the war and let your hammer go