The Name of the Game (Club Extended)

歌詞

I feel like something special bout to happen Queens nigga but the meetings be up in Manhattan Move the packs fast, hoops ain't full crick We up to cook another one, bullshit We should have the hood Olympics, a cook off Let's see which coke is terrific and who is gifted With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all I knew enough Spanish not to get jerked when I want work Plus plus, plus I let my gun off, beserk Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas I was to rhyme as a hobby in my closet lobby Fuckin' up ounces, take it back to quarters then Ho sales with Sa Kimble, even show I water min Fast forward, got locked for a shooting Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruitin' Locked in the zone, mind separate - guidance counselor, I went to school with a weapon, not for protection Just to show it off, but I'm gon really use it The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it I never ever ever thought I'd make it out in music Started writing rhymes harder, and to vision the youth Locked up, readin' Daniel Gorren's books Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo Started writing rhymes loud the streets, stand a symbol My persona identified Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and the obstacles Man, this shit work when you think about it I mean I still get money when you think about it Rap, probably saved my life twice with it I'm still nice with it, let's forget all the ice with ice Forget my accolades and other big things I did I was a wild kid, I would've ran up in yo crib Remember war report, CNN legacy Hip-hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony Student of the game, I take responsibility Give me tranquility so niggas can't belittle me I'm still doing what I do way past you This album's home the heart, sorta feel like I have to Prove shit, do the new shit And the true school shit, wild with the deuces Little guns for the little guns gala Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror I couldn't make that clearer Try to compete with a real street nigga Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera hah? Something special bout to happen Queens nigga, Queens nigga I'm still nice with it Cook another one Separate the hustlers from the rookies y'all CNN, CNN legacy Hip-hop hop pedigree Rhymes is a felony Bill doin' what up dude? True school shit, real street niggas