Method Man, Ricky Watters - It's 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

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 pocket I got one
In the milli gun deep threats to chose from
That's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

You win some you lose some
(uhh) that's how it goes son (yeah)
You win some you lose some
(uhh) it's in the game (yeah)
You win some you lose some
That's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

From the football field (It's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
To the mountain, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(That's how it goes son, that's how it goes
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)

Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin
Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin
I'm stylin a funky type of style
With the lyrical incision
S -t locked down, like my n -z out in prison
Good riddance, keep it hidden
Up in my knapsack sippin cognac
While I vibe off this funky track
Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter
But smarter
So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound
In your earpiece I'm the beast
To say the least, we must increase, the peace
But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills
Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill
And thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips
Doin backflips, it's another hit
Come take a sip, of the running Watters
Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author
The rhymes that you feel to the map
Crushin double barrels
Sing em out like carols who it be? It be I
The n -a with the chinky eyes
From NY, city we committee we gets busy
With killa beez on the swarm
Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
Verbally I bomb (boom) , guard your grill
It's the man that chill
Run for the hills from Grassvile
Drillin rhymes straight on tracks
And double cuff
Another TV, and they loved it

(You win some you lose some
That's how it go son
You win some you lose some
That's in the game
You win some you lose some
That's how it go son
You win some you lose some
That's in the game it's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game
It's in the game, it's in the
Game, it's in the game, it's in the game)