Napoleon (Rap), Ghostface Killah, Lounge Lo - Game Recognize Game lyrics

Yeah, uh huh, yeah, what up?
Yeah, you know how we do, uh huh, what up

Yo, out of town, bound 95 Interstate
When I had the Cherokee
First and flight plates
Doing 80 all the way, no traffic
Really had to hit the brakes
Back then, your boy Tone
Threw up a lotta weight
Ran through a few homes, in and out of gates
Buried a lot of bones with Jerry and Jerome
In the backyard
That's how the bezel got the stones
Politicking on the phone
With Cheryl and Sharone
Telling me about how the kid move it wrong
Got dope, pounds of haze
Cars in the driveway
She didn't have to say much for
Me to pick the time date
Then I'ma run up on 'em, and make 'em pay
I was hungry, needed more greens on my plate
I had a biscuit
And it always stuck to my waist
Yo I'm out here, trying to get this
Gwuap, open up shop
Handle my business and game

Game, you know you gotta put that work in and
Just game, stack bread, dip on the feds, and
Game, cuz we ain't trying to take no losses
We gotta eat, and after every meal
We flossing
Game, whether it's snow, sleet or rain
Just game, no sleep, Nike, boots, cleets
Just game, do what you do to get yards on 'em
By any means, do your thing, never starve on

Broad daylight, the weed purple
D gray and yay white
Youths runnin' round with AKs
That don't spray right the block's hot
Feds jumping out of back of U-Hauls
Knockin' off backs of the eighths
Like a cue ball the game's sour
It's how the trees make the game power
During droughts, I replace cocaine with flour
Take ya dough, call my man, in the same hour
Minutes later, thirty things on the planes
Coward no question, we smashing your price
My dro sold out like the Passion of Christ
VA's a gold mine
I'm seeing crooks cop Porsches
Twenty thousand dollar ice jet
The rock's gorgeous my palm itching
Cooking up in my mom's kitchen
Nowadays, when time cuts
Even don's snitching
It's no need to come to me, with the con
Listen if I don't get paid
They gon' find LeBron missing
Alarm prison, turn in my forecast
Even if I die and go to hell, I get more cash
Than Satan, you don't like this
I know you hating
So when you get murked for your blow
I'll be waiting

Game, you know you gotta put that work in and
Just game, stack bread, dip on the feds, and
Game, 'cause we ain't trying
To take no losses
We gotta eat, and after every meal
We flossing
Game, whether it's snow, sleet or rain
Just game, no sleep, Nike, boots, cleets
Just game, do what you do to get yards on 'em
By any means, do your thing, never starve on

Game, you know you gotta put that work in and
Just game, stack bread, dip on the feds, and
Game, 'cause we ain't trying
To take no losses
We gotta eat, and after every meal
We flossing
Game, whether it's snow, sleet or rain
Just game, no sleep, Nike, boots, cleets
Just game, do what you do to get yards on 'em
By any means, do your thing, never starve on